Bittersweet

Bittersweet is the memory
of love left unfulfilled.

A year gone by since the day
our eyes first met.

We talked together
over wind swept cliffs of chalky white.

Walked side by side
down medieval city streets
that twist and turned.

I saw your eyes light up at my merriment,
my love of history ever present.

The cloisters of the great cathedral
saw a dare fulfilled
with shock and awe upon your lips.

Bittersweet is the memory of love,
on this day, a year gone by.

©JennaClaireDouglass