Sideways glances and smiles galore,
these are the things I remember you for.
Exhilarating music pulsing in our ears,
telling the stories we carried for years.
Nervous laughter and evening cuddles,
walking the streets and skipping over puddles.
Hand in hand and our minds in sync,
a kiss on the cheek before I could blink.
Midnight drives and silent joy,
heart beating faster in a girl so coy.
Eyes reflecting the light of the moon,
a lovely visage, causing a swoon.
Quiet reminiscing and feeling perplexed,
dreaming of the glories that were to come next.
Buoyant at the thought of seeing you once more,
these are things I remember you for.
I hear them say, one by one, each in their own little way, "I'd like to know that somebody cares, even if it were only for a day." Every thought is simply embedded in the back of their heads, shackled to the complex corners of their walls, transfixed in a grotesque fashion on a detest day, strewn upon the strands of their lives like a feeble flower withering in the pestilence of their waning spirit. Once in a weary morning, you wake aloft to the promising scent of life, its pleasance and prominency assuring the independant happiness that expands inside of you. A few years later, on behalf of my desirous heart, I shall hear them say