If I could stand on my toes to kiss you
Like I used to
Wouldn’t that be grand?
If you could bring me breakfast in bed again some Sunday morning
And see my smile breakout one more time.
If we could share more childhood stories and laugh, and cry, and dance.
Listen to Miles Davis while journaling.
Greet the evening birds that watched us as we sat reading on the porch.
It seems you can’t be far but I know you can’t be here.
I’m not grieving, just reliving all the good times
One more time.
Huntsville Branch, AL