Doubts About Forever

Doubts About Forever
 
He says we’ll be forever,
that the number of raindrops that fall
is the number of times he hopes to kiss me.
We dance in the pouring rain
and the rest of the world disappears.
              But I have doubts about forever.
 
He says we’ll be forever,
that the number of blades of grass
is the number of days he will love me.
We sit in the middle of our secluded, grassy field
never running out of things to say.
              But I have doubts about forever.
 
He says we’ll be forever,
that the number of stars in the sky
is the number of times he thinks of me each day
We gaze into the night sky
lost in each other.
              But I have doubts about forever.

Somewhere though,
as our laughter filled the air
  and his fingers brushed away my tears,
as his fingers intertwined with mine
  and he pulled my into his soft embrace,
as his smile lit up my world
  and he became my everything,
I fell in love
             and finally I believed in forever.
 
 
Now, the stars scream his empty words:
scream into my mind, into my soul.
Now, our field mocks me as the yellow and brown grass lies dead,
the sun unable to penetrate the storm clouds that obscure my thoughts
Now, the pouring rain mimics my tears,
soaking, wet and cold, into my shattered heart.
 
Now I know,
there is no forever.