Perfect Day

He asked what I wished for and I asked for a perfect day with her and it was.

I served her breakfast in bed.  We cuddled and kissed.  We snuggled on the couch.  I massaged her weary shoulders as she shared her worries and cares and I just listened and felt the stress melt away.  We went to that little cafe we love for lunch and then to an afternoon symphony show.  I packed a picnic and we walked on the beach with the sand between our toes.  We laid out the blank and watched the sun set as we sipped on champagne and nibbled on cheese and crackers.  She kissed me and said she loved me and then fell asleep in my arms and I watched her sleep for a while before I carried her home.

It was the perfect day, and when she woke up the next morning, she didn't remember any of it.  I tried to do it again, on my own, but she just screamed at me and kicked me out, just like she had been planning to do before.

I roamed the earth searching for him, to beg for another chance, to make it real and lasting for both of us, but he was no where to be found.

And so I returned home, to my empty old apartment to sit alone in the dark, with the terrible knowledge that she could have loved me, but now, she never would.