The first time they met, they laughed and smiled, talked for hours.
She said it started with a dream, but would not reveal the nature,
He just smiled and said that was fine.
They friendship grew as the days rolled by.
Short conversations behind closed doors, snatched time in a demanding world.
When a part, texts flew between them like two turtle doves,
sending joy and laughter, deeper meaning and discovery.
Each held this bond in their hearts forever.
One day he wanted to show her somewhere special, close to his heart, his hideaway.
They drove around until he asked her to park, at top of a hill.
It was dark, the night was growing, she turned and saw what he had brought her for.
The city light up in the valley below, it melted her heart to see such wonders.
They knew it wasn’t going to last forever, friendship drifts apart as time crawls on.
New jobs, new houses, new friends and new places to go.
The years rolled on and she finally heard he had died a few years ago, lonely and alone.
She found he had never married, never had children. never loved anyone else.
She wonder how this had happened, a letter dropped on her mat.
He had found her after years but to late.
He told her the truth, he told he never stopped loving her.
Stopped living after she had gone.
She sat and wondered, pondered the day away, made a decision and left that day.
Laid flowers on his grave, left her phone by the stone.
Drove until it was dark, exact time they had gone.
Arrived on that hill, again saw the wonders of that view.
she got out of the car walked to the trees, leaned and saw two initials he had carved years before.
He had always come back, day after day and sat, waited and dreamed.
Looking out she saw the city, but had really seen him.
The years may had gone, but at least they had this view.