Out There

Alone at home, a book in hand- but then,
A memory, that look, you see again-
When you were loved as love could never be.
It is okay to sometimes think of me.

“Back at you,” from depths of hurt and pain-
Umbrella down- just standing in the rain-
Yes, all can in a moment disappear-
Into the thought of “What if you were here?”

Soaked as if the heavens cried- yet bliss-
Out there in distant memory our kiss.
A past to birth a love that will not die.
How it all keeps going? That is why.

Oh, life is good, such comfort, we belong-
The past, the present, future, nothing’s wrong-
But there’s that moment we were most alive.
Check the mirror, put the car in drive.

As calendars and seasons take their turn,
A candle in some distant dream will burn
As love and dreams still cast their magic spell
Of you and me, that we will never tell.

John H. Bidwell