The anniversary of Amara and Tristan's death is always a difficult time of the year for me just as it would be for anyone. Each year I write many things about them but especially during this time. I usually keep them to myself but this one I decided to share because as many have pointed out it shows a different side then most would think about writing during a time such as this one.
I stopped by our bench tonight
you know the one, the one where I asked you to be my wife
I sat down and let it take me along its ride
let it lose me in the memories.
I remembered how you looked that day
the way that your earrings matched your eyes
loving the way the sun shone off your cheeks
when you said yes and the tears embraced your smile.
I thought about our first fight
the passion that you had in your eyes
I couldn’t help but relive how we made love
after I lost my pride and admitted you were right.
I remembered how you were patient as I let your love take over my life.
The way you held my hand when you knew I was scared
walking into church for the first time in years
after knowing what I’d done in my life.
I took in the time and how your hair fell when you started to smile
telling me we were going to have a child
I thought about your serenity
that night when we knew he would be coming into our lives.
I remembered the day standing in the rain
as we lay you both to rest
I remember the loss and anger fading away
when I closed my eyes and cried as I felt your love embracing mine.
I miss so many things about you
but I know you will always be with me
I love the life you’ve given me
I promise I will do my best to live it right.