The perfect sun kissed romance, that is what it was. Because just like the sun, the romance sunk, all too quickly, only to leave the blackest, moon scarred, lonely night. In the beginning it was lovely and bright. A nice breeze always blew, while the sun warmed the soul. The middle was rocky, often too hot, but there was something about it you just couldn't forget. A time when there was no shadow, nothing but light. Nothing but the two of us, cocooned in an embrace. Sweaty and tired but still trudging on. Never to give up. The end came all too swiftly, but unavoidably. It wasn't that it was unexpected, just dreaded. We slowly watched as it sank unto the horizon, a melodic sound gracing our ears. Then it was gone, disappearing as if it were never there. A hologram. A figment of my imagination, that would live on forever in my memories. And as I sit watching the hazy moon above the trees, I realize yesteryear will never be forgotten. For it will forever belong to the ones who hold it dear.