Memories
Outside, it was miserable and rainy:
A cold day in November.
I held the photo against the lamp
On a dark day in November.
It was old, blurry and grainy,
But enough to make me remember.
I recalled a bright moment, sometime in May,
Years and years and years ago.
I saw on the canvas of my mind
What was such a long time ago --
A young smile, and I heard him say:
"I will love you forever, you know."
And I stood there, like a fool, and laughed along,
They say, 'Life is short, so live,'
But I always thought they were wrong.
They said, 'Life is short, so live'.
It was not until he was gone
That I wished there was more I could give.
A wave of sadness washed over older me --
Older, sadder, wiser I.
And I do my best to keep afloat --
That silly, dreamy, wistful I.
So I think of happy times, where we
Were so young and free that we could fly.
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