Our Last Night …
There was this girl – I would never forget and it all began in the summer of 1977 when I fell in love. Her name was Cyndi and she was a cowgirl from the heartland of Wheatland Wyoming. She was funny, her smile would light up a room, she was carefree, and she was beautiful. We both were 17 and even though we were so young we both had hoped that our love was for a lifetime.
Cyndi my cowgirl had come to Denver, Colorado at the end of May to spend the summer with her grandparents who happened to be my family’s neighbor. I saw her as they arrived that beginning of a summer day and by the time the sun had dropped below the horizon that night I knew her birthday, favorite color, her horse’s name, and of course her hopes and dreams. I am sure she would have told you the same about me.
That summer was – magical – as we became inseparable. We talked and walked around the lake as we looked for a better place to fish, not really caring if we caught one, only that we were together. I pushed her in the kiddie swing, we held hands and like all young lovers we fumbled with the more mature things of adulthood.
Like all May to September romances, they have to come to an end and ours ended on a starry night on a grassy hill in Centennial Park of Englewood, Colorado as we spoke of all the things we were going to do to keep in touch, like write letters and call every day. We laughed, we cried, we kissed, all the things that young lovers do. We had so much hope and our dreams of a life together did not seem that far away.
The next day Cyndi and her folks were killed in a car accident on Interstate 25 heading home to Wyoming. I miss my cowgirl – I loved you Cyndi, hell I still do even after all these years. Thank you for the memories.
“Our Last Night”
Looking back, I remember our last night,
Stars above had never been so bright.
My memory of the kiss we shared,
Nothing I ever felt could ever compare.
You in my arms I had everything,
That night you were my Queen, and I your King.
Our last night the world was ours to take,
How could I have known the agony, the ache?
I did not know the way it would end,
Memories are still hard for me to comprehend.
Our lives had been left to fate, to chance,
On the night of our last starlight dance.
The accident, death took you away,
So many things I didn’t get to say.
I learned to cherish the moments that are small,
Never know when they will be gone and you lose them all.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2017
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