Remember, kid, what we had,
And never forget, that first kiss,
When you leaned in, swift, and missed.
Remember crackling leaves and rustling brush,
The tender sweetness and that loving rush,
Remember heat lightning and summer nights,
Remember photographs and dimmed, holy lights.
How sad, how real you looked in your Summer dress,
Narrowly escaping your pointed breasts,
and the seashells you held in your tiny hands,
so cold in the Morning's sun...
Remember the sand, the crash of waves,
that band that played until dawn came,
Remember, kid, what we had,
And never forget, that first kiss,
when you leaned in, swift, and missed.

I in an inded manner
Posted by: Dylan53 | 05/22/2010 at 11:35 AM