Always, I will remember
that for a time, for me, there was you.
I dreamt of tomorrows bright as the sun
with long days blending softly
into nights for love before unknown.
And I believed in the impossible
because for me, then,
there was you.
It was the most precious of times
it was the most fragile and briefest of times.
Now I face each new day
more enlightened than before
aware of all of life’s possibilities,
encased in memories sweet,
 of promises kept, if only for a little while,
until your time with me was complete.
Forever in my heart there will be 
the memories of the time
when I was loved so completely
. . . because there was you.

© Marcia Miller-Twiford