Pink Poem by Natasha Dowdy

Every so often, since you died, I have a night of reminiscing; remembering the me before there was no more you.
The seventeen year old who was over the moon in love with you; belting out love songs behind the wheel of my maroon Chevrolet lumina, and searching the road for your teal green Camaro.You wore the scent of diesel like the finest cologne and every ounce of you screamed sex. My teenage hormones were in overdrive.
But, I loved you with a love deeper than a hormone crush and more than just a passing puppy love.I love(d) you.
The me before no more you, loved you and everyone knew it. I wore your happy in all my smiles and doe eyed daydreams. I painted my toenails pink and I chewed watermelon bubble gum because it was your favorite flavor and I prayed you would taste me.
I drank Country Time Lemonade because you did and I knew that's how your mouth had to have tasted.
Then you kissed me.
Your tongue tasted like fire and adrenaline tearing through my stomach and ripping out my heart.Your lips were hot, slick, and powerful; holding me in place until you drank your fill. You pulled back and grinned, knowing you just left me in a brain fog and dripping wet panties.
You actually had to catch me because I almost lost consciousness. I had never felt something so consuming before in my life.
The me after no more you isn't as carefree but I'm grieving you less and less and remembering the me before no more you.
I painted my toenails pink tonight and I'll buy some watermelon gum tomorrow.