Our Love Story

Our Love Story

Eva Price ‘17

Beautiful dawn, with its golden streams

The pink of roses blushing the morning

The ease of dewed grass and the comfort of blue

That is how love is supposed to be.

But ours

Ours was swift morning air

Tinkling the branches and sweeping the bird’s calls

And I was hypnotized by the powdered sky

But I guess you weren’t.

If it had to end,

I wish our dusk would have settled into the lilac fields

With the slow of evening.

Not into quick shadows,

And dark, fogged skies.

Once my irises could welcome the black silence,

You were gone.

Too many false hopes,

Too many hours of denial were spent

Before the storms had begun to turn to drizzles,

And the up above had decided to mercifully calm.

The mist is still softening

But the moon is beginning to glow through

And finally the stars are coming alight