Sometimes love isn’t meant to last forever. Sometimes letting go and moving on is painful but necessary. Sometimes love is like a comet…burning, burning, burning so bright. Read the poem below by Teresa McIntosh-Hall as she describes a love from long ago. Who is your comet?
We left our hearts on Virginia Beach
And carved our names near a Trilobite creek
We skied Big Bear Run on fresh Tennessee snow
And used night binoculars on Aullwood Road
We slept soundly with Bob guarding the door
And we danced in Chicago till we could dance no more
We made “Harvest Moon” our official song
And we shopped for antiques all day long
We fell madly in love on a warm summer night
And being together felt amazingly right
We cheered for the Steelers…you made me a fan
And I learned to appreciate a mountaineer man
We rode the big coasters near the Erie shoreline
And I truly believed Rhett would always be mine
We ate soup and crackers on $2.50 a day
And we dreamed a dream at Put-In-Bay
We pounded a few nails on a hillside shack
And when we were finished, we never looked back
We were two comets… passing in the night
burning, burning…
burning so bright.
@copyright By Teresa McIntosh-Hall
Teresa McIntosh-Hall is a writer, blogger, social worker and political activist who loves her life, her husband and her family but still remembers her comet from 1995.
Resources for Hopeless Romantics:
https://www.ted.com/playlists/333/talks_for_the_hopeless_romanti