By Snow (leopard99@hotmail.com)
Date: 19 September 1998

Two Raccoons

There's nothing left to loose for me.  I've already lost everything that is 
important to me.  I've lost my friends, in one way or another.  I've lost home,
and all my material possesions.  But these things arn't important.  I could 
loose these a million times, and gain them back again.  But I've lost something
more important than this.  I've lost her.  I've lost her heart, I've lost her 
love, I've lost her.  I've lost her, and I'll never get her back.  I remember
back to all the happiness we had, all the joy.  I remember sitting with her on 
on that park bench.  We were sitting there together.  Her face shone with the 
light of the street light.  We could barely see the moon and stars through the
leaves of the oak tree by the bench.  But we wern't watching the heavens that
night.  Our eyes gazed at each other, seeing love in each other.  I remember 
her face.  Waves of sandy blonde hair drapped across her face, almost hidding 
her emerald eyes.  We sat there just looking at each other.  We both turned as
we heard something scratching.  We turned and saw two baby raccoons, babies, 
climb down from a nearby tree.  We watched the two baby raccoons slowly crawl
towards us.  I turned my eyes briefly from the raccoons, and spared a glance at
her.  Her face was aglow with wonder.  She was smiling, beautiful.  Her eyes
were so intent on the two babies, that she couldn't be thinking of anything 
else.   Her whole being flowed as one with nature.  I looked at her with love
in my eyes.  I felt her squeeze my hand.  I gripped it tight.  I still don't 
remember to this day who actually initiated contact between our two hands,
but I'm thankful we held hands and shared both our love and joy of the moment 
together.  We spent most of the next few minutes passing looks at each other
and the baby raccoons who were playing a game of peakaboo with us from around
the tree by our park bench.  Then the raccoons slowly made thier way back to 
thier tree, and we watched them part.  We then looked at each other.  Both
silent, revaling in the moment we spent together.  I brushed her hair back, 
letting those sandy strands run through my hands.  She leaned forward and so
did I.  Our lips touched.  Love.  
  But all that is gone, and all I have are memories.  Sweet memories that will
never again be a reality.  Because I've lost her.  I've lsot her heart, I've 
lost her love, I've lost her.  I've lost her, and I'll never get her back.