I ran with her from the barn
covered in hay and smiles
through the fields whipped by corn
chasing the sunlight in her hair
all through my childhood.
I was a lucky boy –she was such a beautiful girl.
She used to hide me in the hammock
spinning me around (laughing) to
cocoon me inside so that my parents
wouldn’t be able to find me and
take me away.
Sixteen years old she was struck by a car
and I had never seen her again.
I know what death is
but I don’t really know what death is.
I know what it’s like to feel your
heart breaking until it almost
stops.
God was broken
shattered like glass on concrete or
sunlight through trees or a
face in a closed casket.
I still have a drawing of her on my wall
encased in cracked glass never changed.
Somethings we cannot discard or choose
not to remember.
Somethings remember us, always
is us forever.
Sometimes I can still see her
in a wisp of blond hair
turning away down a corner
-a fleeting figure that I was
too late to catch full sight of.
Sometimes I can hear her in
other people’s laughter and feel her
in the wind rushing across the field
swaying the corn.
She used to hide me in the hammock
spinning me around (laughing) to
cocoon me inside so that my parents
wouldn’t be able to find me and
take me away.
It had never occurred to me to ask,
“What about you, Sweetheart?
What about you?”
hernanjmonzon.com 
I love the repetition of the hammock image, and the last lines of course.
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Thanks man, much appreciated!
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Reblogged this on iamf8 and commented:
A beautiful haunting poem by a dear friend.
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Thank so much for reblogging.
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Definitely conveys the feeling of tragic love lost, great imagery (as always), poignant ending…
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Thank you!
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I really like the way you write Hernan, it is so beyond your years and almost like a good movie being acted out in words and no pictures, the imagery is so intense. I feel like you’ve let me inside to sit up close to feel what you’re relating. Very impressive…always.
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Thank you so much. This comment alone inspires me to keep going and I appreciate it more than I could say.
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you’re welcomed, it is so true 🙂
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Made me cry, its haunting, sad and yet peaceful and beautiful.
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Thank you. this was difficult to write and I almost did not post but I am glad that I did and am very appreciative that it struck you as it did me.
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So tragic. Made me cry.
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me too.
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There is nothing new I can add that wasn’t said before about your beautiful piece, but I LOVE it!!!
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Thank you so much!
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just got a chance to read it…still amazed what memories can do to us, if only we can turn back time…..it is haunting. HUGS!
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Thank you! If only we could, I would be turning back to a lot of things I should have done differently. Most of them having to do with love.
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do you think the moment would turn into what you expected if you could change them?
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Perhaps, because I’m a different person now but I think things happen for a reason so on the the side of the coin perhaps the way things are are meant to be that way.
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=) yups
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