Tara was out the door before anyone knew she was gone. Love be damned, she knew they’d say.  We met at her favorite spot.  She loved the poppyseed field her room overlooked.  The sun had faded fast as we fell on the blanket. We made love under the stars that night. As I looked Tara in the eyes we pledged our love to each other that night.  I promised her she would have poppyseed outside her window. Twenty years later, Tara had a tear in her eye as she watched our daughter run through that poppyseed field to her husband.