I will never know you

as well as I thought I did

in those moments spent together,

in that time of lovely bliss.

I remember your leather jacket,

so black and heavy-weather,

closing about me like your embrace,

the smell of cinnamon and spice.

I have the pictures from the fair,

us laughing and goofing off,

my hair and your hair mixed together,

red and gold mixed with the black.

Silken shadows of the night,

the moon sparkling off your eyes

as we cuddled close to stay warm

in my heatless, bare bones apartment.

You kissed me goodbye that day,

gave me that cocky grin,

that half-hearted little wave,

and that was the end.

I will never know you

as well as I thought I did,

in those shattered moments

when the call came, saying you were dead.