Even through all the years,
You were and are always
And ever with me.
Riding shotgun in the hip pocket
Of my favorite jeans,
Tucked softly in the corner of my pillow.
Your memory wraps securely
Around my body, and warms me
With remembering.
And lying sweetly, somewhere,
In the corners of my mouth,
Will always be the taste of you.
Lusty flavors, salt and sweet,
Like the days of our youth,
Now bitter with the taste of
Burned dreams.
And still I wait, and hope,
For … something … nothing …
Who knows?
Stranger things have happened.
And I have time.
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