The clouds strode defiantly through the sky
like your bottom lip kept stoically high;
for which you were always admired,
the girl who took life in her fists
and held it beneath the water before it could get to her.
We watched them float
solidly and gold at the edges
while we kept secrets, lying on our backs
down by the lake, watching the ripples
in your eyes and the quivers in your smile
and the immovable marble of your skin.
You were tough, you were different.
You were love yet fashioned from steel;
everything I thought I was meant to be.
We were as steadfast as the clouds in our promises – promises we would never get to keep
because in the next week you would have to tell me
you had no choice but to leave.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
Photograph taken by me