poem about memories |
The miles slide slowly by and Dave Grohl and the Foo Fighters come on the radio singing "Everlong"... sounding like he's too close to the mike and singing down into a pipe. "Breathe out... so I could breathe you in... Hold you in" and I am there in your big bed next to you as you sleep. It's about 5 in the morning and that big goose down comforter is way too warm for me. As I lay it back softly, trying not to wake the dog and cat and you. You snuggle over next to me, and the soft exhalation of your breathing is a cooling caress on my skin. In a cracking, little girl voice you say "morning". "Sleep well?" I ask, and you say, "I always sleep good when you are here... watching over me." I roll over and into you like slipping into the deep and calm waters of the ocean. The blue green light in your room like the waters closing over me, pulling me down.. and in that moment... I am infinitely happy, and blissfully unaware of all that is to come... and big Dave Grohl sings, "and I wonder when I sang along with you, If anything could ever feel this real forever. If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I'll ever ask of you you got to promise not to stop when I say when" |