She cried amongst honeysuckles and beeswax

 

Tears falling upon each petal like the slippers of a young ballerina grazing freshly greased floors

 

A lavender sky illuminating her tanned, freckled skin

 

With marshmallow clumps distracting her eyes from what lies beneath them

 

She wonders if the warm air will be enough to hold her for the night, until she realizes that nothing will be as warm as her arms once were

 

We danced under the moonlight with sand crushing between our toes

Her eyes sparkled towards mine as I reminded her yet again that they were not brown, but like the sweet droplets oozing from a block of honeycomb

She reached out her hand with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips as I shuffle my body towards her and giggle

Resting my lips upon her collarbone, we begin to sway along to the music of our synched heartbeats

I never knew what love was until this very moment

 

She will want to engulf herself in this dream-like memory on a constant loop in her mind, but she will always choose to forget it as the pain she felt on that august evening was the final crack of her badly beaten heart.

 

She was now a broken girl; one of millions.