Walking over to a bus stop a quarter past eight
I look up and see you standing in the rain
No one is around but a beaten button down
And I try to get the nerve to say hello
But just when my feet take the first step
The trolley pulls up and carries you away
Later that day I tell my friends of my wait
They just smile and wave it away
“There is no such thing,” they say
Yet the next morning I’m whisked to that spot
Where the rain runs in your place
And my memory takes me back to your face
Days go by and I find no trace
No longer in a rush
I sit by the brush
When suddenly the wind picks up
And walking over to a bus stop a quarter past eight
You look up and see me sitting in a ray
Everyone is around but the beaten button down
And I finally stand up to say…
I remember when I first held you
You cried and became my little songbird
I remember when you first began to walk
You ran and became my little cheetah
I remember when you first drove me mad
You hid and became my little mouse
I remember all the good and bad
But, what I remember the most is our last words
We fought hard and strong
You pleaded with all your might
Almost convinced me otherwise
But I was too far gone
Imprisoned within my own demons
I couldn’t see your tear stained pillow
I couldn’t hear your reason
Now years have passed
And I remember this all
I beg for things to change
Plead to be released
I miss my baby girl
Her sweet embrace and our hour long talks at night
Yet these chains hold me
They’ve thicken over the years
So as you climb your mountains
And face your demons
I must gaze from afar
Proud of your success
I want to pour my heart out
Reveal all the ways I love you
To be like the movies
Where the light dims down
Tears are shed
And we cling to one another
To be like a book
Where happiness is just the beginning
The story always continuing
And words fit right in
To be like the old couple
Where a glance shares it all
Memories create smiles
And silence is perfection
I want to pour my heart out
Reveal all the ways I love you
But, how should I say it
Should I tell you about your quirks?
How they drive me mad
But, if I ever was blind
I would know it was you
Should I tell you about your words?
How they cut me deep
But, if I ever was deaf
I would know what you would say
Or, maybe, I should keep it simple?
Make a list perhaps
Like a young teen in love
I don’t know what would be first though
The coffee on your breath
Or the burning calmness of your touch
I don’t know what to do
I want to tell you everything
But, I know you’re tired
It’s been a long day
So, for now, I guess I’ll settle with
I love you
Late at night after work
You come over and curl up in bed
With me held in your arms
And the lights turned down
We share our day
And right before you drift off
You ask what I missed the most
And though you can’t see me
I close my eyes and smile
Breathing you in
As I hold you even closer
Thinking of our little moment
Where your breath touches my skin
Your hand reaches around my chest
Your warmth radiates on me
Your subtle twitches rub against my legs
And that happy feeling bubbles from within
By now, I know you’re about to fall asleep
So, I kiss your lips
Keeping the answer to myself
Even though I may have just given it away
Eternally Changing 