Puddle of Memories

Today was warm -- I didn't step outside until it was almost time for the sun to go down...my first thought was of you as I stepped out my door...and I almost reached for your hand.

The air smelled so fresh and felt so clean in my lungs. All I could think about was the day that we went on that first walk together. The air was a little heavier then - but it smelled so good I remember.
And I wanted to call you today - so we could walk - hand in hand like we did. But I don't have the number for where you are now....

So I sat there and inhaled the sweet wind and thought about you...I imagined you there and sang your song to bring you closer. The tears on my lips I imagined to be your lips...

There will only be more days like this, won't there?

I was in the supermarket...walking toward the check out and a woman walking toward me was staring at my arm...at my tattoo...and then, right before we passed each other, she looked up at me and smiled.
It would have felt better if you were there beside me to see her smile.

Maybe no one understands what I feel...I only hope that someday someone will. And these tears that fall will be comforting and won't hurt so much. They fall so easily...but I wouldn't give them up....because when they fall I am with you - reliving our moments.

Every day I close my eyes and hope that when I open them that you will be there - looking at me. Each morning you are my first thought - that maybe you were here when I was sleeping watching me....and then I think about the last day that I saw you...sleeping in my bed...all rolled up in my blanket...the sun shining on your head....and when I kissed your forehead to wake you you opened your eyes and smiled at me. Then you took me in your arms...and we just layed there for awhile. I keep trying to find your smell in that blanket.

I'm spent