another old song/poem/whatever you want to call it
William--written after he died, when for some reason I started calling him by his whole name instead of just "Will".
I think about you often
The way your eyes danced as twinkling lights
the way the sunlight danced in your hair
How everything you touched became magical.
You spoke of the wonders of life
A lack of understanding of the world
A desire to know so much more
And an ache to know love
I sat in your presence day after day
I listened, I loved, I laughed
I was there for you, and you for me
you needed someone to listen
I needed someone to teach me to speak
And as I sit here in wonder
at who and what you were
the songs you wrote,
the poems you shared,
the dreams you hoped would come true--
I hope your dreams have come true,
How I hope your dreams have come true.
I'll see you tonight
And in your arms I'll rest
secure in the knowledge you'll never leave.
You'll welcome me in when the sun goes down
as my eyes begin to close.
And then, as I fall fast asleep,
you'll find me in my dreams.
Ok, so I've got a footnote to this one. First off, damn. I can't even believe I wrote all that years ago. A lot of it's crap and I know that. But that last section...I'm one of these weirdos who believes in ghosts. And there have been times that I could just about swear that I've seen him. When they were giving me oxygen just after Elise was born, I saw him, telling me to breathe. After that last bad car wreck, I saw him again, telling me I had to wake up and get out of the car. And yes, he appears in my dreams sometimes.
I miss our arguments. As dumb as it sounds, I miss the fights. I miss him chasing me down the hallway after I almost punched him when I was trying to punch a locker. :) I was trying to convince him that nothing was wrong. Gee, wonder why he didn't believe me. There were times I treated him like crap and I regret that. But then, I guess he did his fair share too. I'm sure if he were still here I'd be ready to smash his face with a frying pan.
Damn. Sometimes I still wish I'd been in his car that day.
I think about you often
The way your eyes danced as twinkling lights
the way the sunlight danced in your hair
How everything you touched became magical.
You spoke of the wonders of life
A lack of understanding of the world
A desire to know so much more
And an ache to know love
I sat in your presence day after day
I listened, I loved, I laughed
I was there for you, and you for me
you needed someone to listen
I needed someone to teach me to speak
And as I sit here in wonder
at who and what you were
the songs you wrote,
the poems you shared,
the dreams you hoped would come true--
I hope your dreams have come true,
How I hope your dreams have come true.
I'll see you tonight
And in your arms I'll rest
secure in the knowledge you'll never leave.
You'll welcome me in when the sun goes down
as my eyes begin to close.
And then, as I fall fast asleep,
you'll find me in my dreams.
Ok, so I've got a footnote to this one. First off, damn. I can't even believe I wrote all that years ago. A lot of it's crap and I know that. But that last section...I'm one of these weirdos who believes in ghosts. And there have been times that I could just about swear that I've seen him. When they were giving me oxygen just after Elise was born, I saw him, telling me to breathe. After that last bad car wreck, I saw him again, telling me I had to wake up and get out of the car. And yes, he appears in my dreams sometimes.
I miss our arguments. As dumb as it sounds, I miss the fights. I miss him chasing me down the hallway after I almost punched him when I was trying to punch a locker. :) I was trying to convince him that nothing was wrong. Gee, wonder why he didn't believe me. There were times I treated him like crap and I regret that. But then, I guess he did his fair share too. I'm sure if he were still here I'd be ready to smash his face with a frying pan.
Damn. Sometimes I still wish I'd been in his car that day.