Each moment I held you in my arms 
was more fleeting than a rose petal’s beauty 
as it falls to the ground to die. 
 
The taste of your lips, 
sweet as Coca-Cola, 
lingers like burnt sugar. 

I beheld our summer days 
that in my youth I prayed 
would endure forever. 

I tried so hard to pretend 
we could be immortal 
and live like kings and queens. 

Every kingdom must crumble, 
but our story will forever live on 
like the tale of King Arthur, 

And with every moment etched in time, 
in the depths of eternity, rooted in my heart, 
I know meeting you served a purpose. 

Editor: Shannon Hensley