In the haze part of me knows this isn’t real.

But I can’t make myself care.

Her laugh echoes around my head and the island we’re on.

Her smile is soft like the petals on the flower in her hair.

The color of her eyes eludes me.

I wish I could remember.

Her laugh is loud like thunder and I laugh with her.

Before I know it I’m on the ground holding her shoe.

I’m on one knee.

As I lift her shoe to her I realize the real question I’m asking.

She smiles and tells me yes.

I’ll marry this girl I just met. 

I wake in a soft haze.

My lips still seem to tingle with her cherry chapstick.

I’ll miss her