The Alarm

We were sitting on a bench

in a beautiful park.

You were playing your guitar

and singing the softest of songs.

Your voice always sounded like the sound of angels

floating through the air

kissing my senses.

I was sipping a glass of wine

admiring you without you noticing.

The sun was shining,

and the wind felt like a warm summer hug.

If there was any representation of Heaven,

it would be this moment right now.

It was just the two of us

nothing but the sweetness between us

and the feeling of home.

There was nothing that was there

to cause harm or alarm.

Just two souls intertwined

in a tragically beautiful way.

There was no worry on your face,

something that I hadn’t seen before.

You looked content and peaceful,

your mind void of the everyday worries

that plagued you so often.

I felt like I was a cloud,

high up in the blissful sky

floating by and watching the world below me.

I never thought I’d ever feel this way

not bothered and in a world of peace

and love.

You stop playing your guitar,

and look at me with loving, caring eyes.

I look back.

My heart swells and I can feel it wanting

to burst out my chest.

I love you.

I lean forward and grab your chin,

tilting it ever so slightly.

I want to remember this moment forever.

I never want to leave this beautiful sanctuary.

I close my eyes

and lean in to kiss you,

then the noise starts.

The loudness increases,

blaring into my ears.

My eyes open.

The beautiful, iridescent field

has morphed into my dark bedroom.

I look over to my nightstand.

The thing that took me away

from my happiest moment

was that damn alarm clock.