An island of white sheets,
Intricate spider-web stitching contrasted on the chipped paint of the park playground.
A safe haven, I found myself lost.
No start, middle, or end.
You were there.

Smeared mascara on knit blankets,
We sat there facing each other, not facing our tragic problem.
Back porch crusades, nothing to lose.
Only one way up from here.
You were there.

Two bodies huddled to one large mass
under light-years of stars,
Cracked pavement and dew-covered grass,
Desperately trying to stop the clock.
You were there.

A silver ring on my left hand,
Innocence broken, forever promised.
You were there.