The Lights of the GSP

I remember the day began
very warm for the month of
November. It was a Saturday
and you came to pick me up.

I remember you had a big
day planned for us and that
you wouldn't tell me what it
was - I felt like a little kid.

I remember we went to see
The Polar Express and then
I ran home to get a heavier
coat because it had gotten
so cold.

I remember you driving on
the Garden State Parkway
and I couldn't figure out what
you were doing. We laughed
and held hands the entire
ride.

I remember you made me close my eyes
and when I did you told me not to peak.
When you told me to open my eyes
the light show at the PNC Arts Center
was in front of us. You wanted me to
see the miracles of the lights.

Remember how you were teaching me
to believe in the magic of Christmas
again?

I had been so broken and battered when
I met you and now as our friendship goes
through some sort of transition and we are
both trying to figure out our lives...these are
the memories that keep me safe. Ones so
beautiful I am afraid they will break if I
try to touch them. There are so many of them.

The snow storms, the rainy days, the
quiet times when we'd head out in the
worst of weather to food shop, the
comfort of a nap on a rainy Saturday...
those times long since gone.

My Soul cries out for one more
moment of perfect peace with you..
You saved me once...I hope now
we can save each other less let a
beautiful friendship die.