bending glass

[bosstyn]

i havent heard that music in what feels like forever.
since i sat you on my lap and sang to you, alone, in a warmly dark, era apartment.

it made my gut turn, but only a little.
and i reflected for a second.

i thought about that day on the pier. how awful that was.
then wondered about the night on the dock, and how absolutely fabulous that was.

all of our strife seems to have taken place on wooden structures over water.
funny.

i remember the little things, when prompted i guess.
singing Sinatra on the back of your car in the moon beams....
following me on my bike in a freak rain storm.
chasing.....well.....whatever we felt like chasing
and following childhood glee.

this wasnt supposed to be about you, but that song wrung me.
and now im sitting here, writing and thinking. not about clever things to say, but past moments.
caught in glass somewhere.
struck by the sun.
glowing as they would. only for a moment as the light passes from one position to the next.
here. there. gone. though present at different angles.

i guess its all about how you look at the light shining through.

love of mine, someday you will die, but ill be close behind, follow you into the dark.
no blinding light.......