My eye lids are made of lead
As I sort through our memories in bed.
No more dancing down at the lake
Firewood cracking or hissing snakes.
The smell of rain still fresh on the tress
mosquitoes waltzing with the bees.
I remember the locks of your hair
Sliding over your shoulders so bare.
I was in love with the way that it felt
To watch you so in love with yourself.

I remember your shoulders pinned to the mattress as a summer breeze slid over our bodies. There was no shortage of body heat, we were like two stars in a waltz dancing ever so closely. I remember you whispering in my ear telling me that it felt like nothing else existed. In that moment we were more alive then we'd ever be again, nothing to dilute the love of two young oblivious kids.

Why is it that every streetlight
Every passing plane
Every headlight
Every voice
Every face
everyone
Reminds me of you

I would ask if your ok dear but you don't seem to notice me anymore. Like a fallen leaf in the fall wind you turned on me. Your bright blue eyes and Rosie cheeks just disappeared inside the greenery. I'd be here if you needed to be saved cause there's thousands of songs that still need to be played. You can dance around the hard wood floor, there's nothing dear that I want more. Then my hands on the small of your back and your head resting softly on my neck. I want to know that there's still purpose in this, not just frozen faces in photographs. Remembering scratches down my back or how Badly dear we got off track. I still can't navigate that course, because the compass in my head just spins and every deep breath I still pull you in. I'm accepting things though now, I just need to learn to not speak out loud.