This is a poem that I once read on TYWC (The Young Writers Club- a good website, but not as well organized as our most wonderful one, if you ask me). I can't remember the writer's name, which I regret now, for I'd really like to go reread it. I'll try to find it. Anyway, just know that it does NOT belong to me, so I am NOT stealing someone's work. It really is a wonderful piece, and it gave me the idea for this story-I never claim to be original, people!

Remembering

i remember it was snowing and

December was mild...rolling snowballs through

the tainted snow, things forgotten long ago –

chilled to per(fection), a pseudo-resur(rection)

of your body rising laughing from under the flakes

and i'm touching you now, and it seems you're

almost (here) glassy plastic under fingers

stained with the tears of yester-year...

(This is only part of it…if you want the whole thing, I might be able to find a link for you. Anywayz, on to the story!)

I looked in front of me, at the snow, which now blanketed the ground. It looked so peaceful. It wasn't, however. It brought back to many memories to be so.

Remember of that day, right before you had gone, when we were playing out in the snow, having a snowball fight. It was mild that year, so we didn't get much snow; we had decided to take advantage of the weather, and had taken the day off, to have fun together.

We had stopped our war-for that was what it was-that's what everything was, it seemed, with you-for a few moments to relax. We lay down on the frigid ground, both covered with flakes, yet we didn't care. We were just sitting there, enjoying each others presence-then you shoved a snowball into my face. You held your sides and laughed. I flopped over and pinned you to the ground, a large grin on my face. You wiggled around under me, trying to escape as I tickled you. Then our eyes met, and we both went still.

We stayed like that for some moments, perfectly still and silent. Then, I leaned down and kissed you. The moment hadn't been planned. I regret doing it now; it was the best moment of my life.

I remember pulling back, tentatively, and you putting your hand out to touch my cheek. You had a small smile on your face; a small, beautiful smile. I was mesmerized. I cupped your cheek in my hand, enjoying the feel of your skin-so soft and smooth.

I can see you now, standing in front of me. I can feel your hand-a small flutter, the wind- on my cheek. I reach out to touch you, to cup your cheek as I did what seems so long ago, but as I do so, you disappear, and I am left once more with my memories, as the priest drones on in front of me, as your casket is lowered into the ground.

A tear rolls down my cheek-not my first, since this began- as I remember all those things about you; all the things I had loved so much. Here I am, stained with all those thoughts, all those memories, that I can't forget.

I stare at it, sitting in the cold earth, in that box you are now in. I think of all the things that I'm missing, with you gone.

I will never feel your hand on my cheek again, never again hear your loud, ringing laugh, never again be mesmerized by your small, beautiful smile, nor be captivated by your large hazel eyes.

You are gone, and now all I can do is remember.

I kinda like this…hmm…I don't know why, I just enjoyed it. Realize, please, that it took a grand total of ten minutes to write. I just really liked the end.

For those of you that don't know, it's from Dom's point of view, as he remembers his and Kel's first kiss at her funeral. I thought the ending was sad…. I don't know. Sorry if you don't like it, sorry its so short…bla bla bla bla bla…anyway, hope everyone enjoyed!