The Dock

For Z.J.H.


Pride was over, and the day melted into the darkness.
My only focus was on seeing you and your beautiful brown eyes, your smile, and your hand in mine.
I saw you drive up and park and I was the happiest man in the world.
I let you into my home and let you meet my father, shook his hand, and welcomed you with open arms.
We sat and talked for a long while about everything under the sun.
You were the center of my world then and there, listening to your voice so graceful and intelligent.

After some time, we left the warmth of my home, and I led you to my favorite place: the dock at Wilson's Pond.
We talked and talked until we started to notice it was even darker and the heavens pouring down on us, soaking us head to toe, lightning in the background with thunder rolling.
Ever so romantic, we kissed a long-promised kiss that we both yearned for so long.

We sat there at the secret place, staring at each other through the night.
You grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers and sat there until the storm got closer.
 We walked along the darkened path, kissing every chance we could.
You held me tight and squeezed my hand when I became frightened, and we walked back toward my home.

It was a fairy tale come true, and you and I were free to do as we pleased on that never-ending night, but with one last long kiss, I watched you leave, not wanting to let you go.

I watched you leave, never wanting to let you go, hoping to see your beautiful brown eyes, your smile, and your hand in mine.