Midsummer night

To my first love

Eleven, the age our lives intertwined.
Entering a flow-like state with every word and utterance.
Stealing glances and lingering.
Giddy with laughter and tears in our eyes.
I didn't realize this was love's gentle knock.
After all, we were only eleven.

You resided in my heart ever since.
Yet, as our hearts grew fonder, fear set in.
Afraid to take the next step, I disappear.
Holding you within, as a light that never dims nor illuminates.

Then came the day, 26th December.
You, a charmer, who always moved forward with stride, collided with fate.
Your last breath, taken during that unforgivable dawn.

A flood of regret passed through me.
For running away.
For not being a better friend.
For taking our time for granted.

7 years since you've entered a deep slumber.
The memories of us linger this midsummer night.
They pass by, slow and quiet.

I reminisce our time, until the haunted reality seeps in.
Holding back tears, I gaze at the moon hoping to reunite once again.
The night darkens with the buzz of cicadas accompanying me and our misfortune.