True Love Forever
by Kimberly Barsamian
He was my version of
Beautiful at fourteen
His black hair was known
As tussled by Mom
And I could tell she liked
Saying that, so I never did
His eyes were mood ring blue
Meaning he was calm and
Lovable, and he so was
His eyes never grew to
A stormy blue
Like my Dad’s
He had the softest of kisses
That whispered across my cheek
And that smile flashed on
Surprising me every time
And his touch gave me
A small shiver of joy
I would love him forever
He was beautiful
I loved watching him
Dig his heels into the dirt
Swerving his bike towards me
And seeing a proud smirk
For a sec, then he was off
I watched him leap from the bridge
Down into the black water
Along with the other boys
I loved seeing him pop
Up like a happy seal
And look right at me
He was beautiful and
I loved him forever
Until I couldn’t watch him
Anymore; he watched my eyes
darken to a gray uncertainty
My mood had changed,
Three months were
Forever at fourteen
Kim Barsamian is a writer, a retired teacher and librarian. She lives in Rhode Island where she finds writing inspiration in the woods, on the shoreline and everywhere in between. Her work can be found in Prudence Dispatch, South Florida Poetry Journal, and others. Instagram: @kimhoakbarsamian
