Sometimes the sound
of your voice can still
bring me back to you..
I tuck your words safely
away in my heart, not
to go there again....
Your song can easily
take me back to that
ice covered wonderland
of regret and fear and
all the ways I’d do it over
again, now maybe different.
I’d tell you of my love and
not let you get away, I’d
love you till the end of time
and you’d love me back...
You’d dedicate a song to me
and we’d sit on that old
porch swing, intertwined
no beginning, no end.
I’d read you poetry, while
you lay your head on my
legs, forever meant something
different back then. Maybe
there is no forever, only the
here and now and you and me.
Ending each others sentences
with the random words of love
and complication.
