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Sir Hunter
Sir Hunter, my favorite name to utter through emotion.
Wheather it was love or anger.
A man who enraged me through fires, through storms.
I was so young, but loved him so much.
I took his heart, for a brief moment in time,
took him for granted...
I just didn't know.
But first.
I remember the passion the first night he flew home,
his devient smile, as I opened the door.
So many words left to be said, were locked in a passionate kiss, on my bed.
Running my fingers through his long hair,
I can almost feel it as if he were still here.
A passion resignated through the air that night
which kept you hanging on, even through all the storms.
A summer some how filled with vitality,
I managed to destroy with my word of vile.
The anger in my eyes, in which he did not contribute to,
poured onto him, as if he were the cause.
A summer fades, with one last night.
I remember you next to me, where we made a vow.
We'd stay together, we'd be together for life.
For hours you relayed to me, what our life would be like.
God I loved you. Somehow, even now.
Never was I so awakened, when you called me, to hang up for the last time.
That was a wound that never fully healed. Even 4 years later, with no words spoken. With no medicine to take, even with a dose of your loss of memory. I still remember. And I always will.
Sir Hunter, no words could ever express my gratitude, for what you taught me, despite its lesson.
Sir Hunter, no words could ever express how much I have missed you, even through all of these years awake.
Sir Hunter, you no longer remember what happened with us, to us, the bad, the good, the everything I've suffered.
Sir Hunter, my favorite memories of my entire life time.
Weather it be anger, or love.
