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The clouds wispy, soft, like red and gold accents on a master painting
Your eyes bright, excited
The setting sun blazing behind mountains newly freed by spring
The curve of your palm as I take your hand,
Our first date
Memories of an unexpected introduction
The steeple bells peeling through a shower of rice
Your eyes eager, alive
Candlelight glinting off pearls woven into your gown, soon crumpled on the floor
The curve of your bare hip as my finger traces your body,
Our first night
Images from a day of wonder
The whispers of an intercom soothing a ceiling of surgical green
Your eyes wide, uncertain
The glow of the fetal monitor as it flashes in the predawn gray
The curve of your womb as our future stretches and kicks,
Our first child
Seeds of our hope-filled expectations
The strobe of red and blue crashing against withering leaves
Your eyes fixated, horrified
The body of our only son near his crumpled bike
The curve of your arms as you helplessly cradle him,
Our first loss
Shards of a dream broken
The relentless slicing of the vaulted fan in a noiseless room
Your eyes swollen, red
My reflection in the darkened window, shallow, lifeless
The curve of your tears as they track pallid cheeks,
The first time I didn’t care anymore
Splinters of a shattered promise
The disparaging midnight wind, the frozen clawing of skeletal branches
My eyes thick, unblinking
The sound of your distant car motor still searing my interminable consciousness
The indented curve of the now vacant mattress that we’d once shared,
Our first leaving
Fragments of a failure complete
The shadowed archways, the luminous stained glass
My eyes stinging, searching
The long-forgotten scent of pews and candles
The curve of my stooped shoulders as I crumble at the alter,
My first humbling
Kernels of a desperate healing
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