When They Asked Me About You.

Jam-Jam. P

She was as beautiful as the second part of the song “Nights” by Frank Ocean.
Songs are the only things I recall of her being.
All love songs are sung of her.
She resembled sunsets on tropical beaches.
He took His time making her His most precious masterpiece.
I still sing songs of His most beautiful piece.
In her arms, I felt small, yearning to be cradled.
A warm sense of belonging she gave me. 
Words don’t begin to describe how she made me feel.
My heart spoke a foreign language in her presence, one that she understood.
Time was our worst enemy, and we eventually fell victim to it.
Sundays belong to her alone now.