I told the lightening about us

My dearest Theodore, 

I sat beaming at the sunset today. 

An evanescent occurrence and lingering darkness so mesmerizing, 

I embarrassingly stopped myself from gazing too long

And another cliché eventuality of reminiscence. 

Dearest Theodore,

I saw the trees whispering to the clouds today

I assumed it was something along the lines of

"I hope it rains so I could take upon your encumber, and turn it into some years of survival for many others". 

Theodore, my mindfulness, my honour;

I hope you don't take this in amiss but

 I told the lightening about you. 

About how your face nullifies the blazing woods of Vermont, 

Or the way your eyes say "you're safe with me " and "I could kill you if I tried", so simultaneous. 

Theodore,

I saw two lovers quarrel today.

A humorous sight to many, apparently.

I'm no philosopher, but I did question the way

They pulled us apart every single day.

Makes me wonder,

Would we be okay today if I didn't fear the power,

Of a falling universe and a distasteful crowd. 

Yours forevermore or so we said, 

Sebastian.