Some things you do for money, some you do for fun, but some you do for love and they will come back to you one by one.
I climbed through my window at one o'clock that first morning and made out with You after a shot or two (or three.) We called it fireworks.
Months later there was love and Page France and musty sheets and no one else.
I always disappeared when You were with me. i floated around the top of the tallest hill like a ghost, a lost child, an invisible soul.
I was always among company; oak, poplar, and birch. They whispered and you whispered. It was a magical conversation.
You brought me a daisy as i arrived to You; an image i have stained in my mind and meant to much. You truly understood me. You let me be free and wild and out of line. I barely ever made sense next to You.
But you always wrote to me when the distance was too far. And You came home on a greyhound bus, 17 hours. We became love in Your castle and reality melted around us like candle wax. No one knew.
When we were scared and hungover You told me we would raise up any mistakes. You held me in your blue arms in the morning as i searched for comfort and made You my home.
We became real together at the top of a scary world. Not a word was shared; for fear is overwhelming. You still held my hand as the sun flooded the September space beneath us.
I traveled with Your father across the bridge. Public radio and charcoal pencils. A tall brick building, You at the door.
Your roommate was gone; thank heavens (always the top bunk, always in our world.) I loved the aluminum beer cans and the organic black coffee and greasy pizza we lived off of. The rain was not needed but I will never forget it.
I will never forget the august air and the pit and the canoe and Your blue eyes. We both jumped in and cooled our skin and kissed our mouths and laughed our lips, half dressed and drenched.
The food was great on Your last night in town, but Your company was better. We left no tip. You sang in the car on the way home before the light turned green. We drank hazelnut coffee and talked till they came to say goodbye.
I already missed You and my heart silently wept, my soul slowly dimmed. I still smiled and tried not to think to much.
Early You left. We made promises and You didn't let me cry. I never did and neither did You. We tucked the memories away with good intentions. The season began to shift as i drove away.
Yesterday You told me it will never be the same. I pray to Jesus Your wrong.
