Atantic Flight 689.
Non Stop to San Diego.
Flying in pouring rain.
Radar showing thunderstorms ahead.
Lightning flashes in the distance.
Bringing back memories.
Times together.
Of two new lovers.
You twist the red box in your pocket.
Smiling to yourself.
Knowing what you shall say.
Lightning flashes again.
Closing your eyes.
As you remember.
Our first date together.
*****
Late night dinner.
Watching you.
Feasting on your beauty.
Drawn to your sensual eyes.
Holding your hand.
Your sexy touch.
Your scent burnt to my soul.
Fallen under your spell.
Love bloomed.
Our love never felt so right.
*****
Lightning strikes
.Returning you.
Waking you.
Oxygen masks dangling.
Screams around you.
Praying for calm.
As you fall.
*****
My hand holding your ring.
Another memory flashes.
Of our first date.
On a warm summer day.
White dress with small pink roses.
Sweet.
Cute.
Beautiful.
Lovable.
Thoughts of what
Could be.
Should be.
But sadly.
Never shall be.
