The Rocks

I was walking
in the river.
We were
so young.
I was hopping
from one rock to
another.
Careful!
you yell out to me.
I do not want
you to get hurt.
My long Reddish brown
hair flying
in the wind.
I was wearing
a little red shirt
that said...Life.
You had on
shorts and
the sun
was beating down
on your beautiful
face.
I will not
get hurt, I yelled back
to you.
You looked so
nervous.
You walked in and
grabbed my arms
and jerked me into
you.
Smiling..
You say, I feel safer
when you are close
to me.
I kiss you and
giggle.
The sun beats down
on us, for that moment
like we are blessed
from God..
Chosen.
Love to live in
our hearts.
As we walk down
the path back to
the car,
I jump ahead
of you..
running and laughing.
Careful!
You say again.
I do not want
you to get hurt.
As I look
back into
your eyes...
I say...
I am with you.
I will never get hurt.
As I signed the
divorce papers
in that dark office
all by myself..
I thought about
those Rocks.
I did get hurt.
I got broken.
And I was so Careful..
Just like you said.