Remembering Peter

At first a minute rarely passed that I didn't think of you.
Slowly the minutes turned to infrequent days and seasons.
You were the one who pointed out the beautiful colors of Spring
Their various shades of red and green.
How could I have overlooked them?
I still think of you at the sight of a purple sunset.
I see your smiling eyes clearly through your cola thick glasses.
A breeze gift wrapping your face with your limp blond hair.
We never kissed each other's lips
But we kissed each other's heart.
You were the first man I ever loved.
You were my dearest friend.
I miss you.