By Mark A. Leon

Remembering the best thing that never happened
Remembering fondly, the sweet sadness of an almost intimate coupling played out in the lyrics of a song of yesteryear

It was an affair of the heart in a time when we let ourselves be vulnerable to the pain of love

Like the final act of Flaubert, we look back and smile

Two star crossed lovers with a backstory unrealized
Like the pages of a great novel, we will always have our story.  Filled with pages of romantic and the complexity of crossroads

You, the sexy vixen I desired
Me, the troubled teen with dreams of an ideology lost in the tornado of life

On the steps of our childhood, we toast the decisions made and unmade

I still love you every day
With every other breath, a thought of you

It is comforting this world we never shared

There is something special about the anticipation, still strong after all these years
The chill of the unknown

Like words unwritten on the perfect sheet of paper
Untainted.

We lived the perfect relationship without the risk of an end

As we look into our glasses and see the reflection of an abyss, it is all so clear
To my love, my muse, my hope, my fear, remember us