memories amiss

 

You know what they say baby, life goes by fast.  Reminding ourselves of the weekend we met over lukewarm cups of tea, how fun it was to play pretend and how dangerous some of those trips to the beach on empty tanks of gas and freedom Fridays were.  Listen to that track just one more time, the one that made us say I love you, and it's true I never loved you more.  Feet travel back to that never ending clap track, the one that I would play in the mornings while I cleaned the kitchen and you would complain was the most obnoxious thing you'd ever heard.  Photos we saved in a box I labeled for our kids and you scratched out with a pencil and instead wrote you're pretty.  Well you're pretty too, and you always have been, but you're never prettier than when you're happy here with me.  We can't stop remembering how we felt in the beginning, how everything changes but something can stay the same.  Sometimes I want daisies, but other days flowers just won't do... but you already figured that out the second time you brought them home and I burst into tears on the living room floor.  You fix the broken television, I'll keep wishing on 11:11.  You're oh so contained, but honey I'll instigate spontaneity in your bones.  You're my guy, you'll always be my guy, no matter how many laugh lines appear on your face, how your skin will change and those years in the sun will look only half as bad as they always look so gorgeous now.  I can't tell you where we're going, but I know it's somewhere good, and I'm glad it's you by my side to balance my instability, to chase down my meds with clean water, to hold my hand when I can't stop tapping my fingers to the beat.  Be mine again.