As I sit with paper and pen.  I sit back and remember when.....





~ When I could hold you in my arms and it felt like you belonged there.



~ When you told me that you loved me, and I didn't just believe it, I felt it.



~ When I ran my fingers through your hair and your eyes closed and smile crept across your face.



~ When I hugged you and your scent wrapped me in softness.



~ When we would ride around town for hours just to be together.



~ When we could cuddle on the couch and feel like nothing else mattered.



~ When I would stand in the card shop for an hour trying to find just the right card to tell you how I feel.



~ When we  called you just to hear the others voice.



~ When I would text you just to let you know I was thinking of you,  hoping to put a smile on your face.



~ When you were my shoulder to lean on and I yours.



~ When you touched me and the butterflies started dancing..



~ When we didn't care what anyone else thought.



~ When loving each other was enough.





Please Remember............

I'm trying to push away my fears.
To hide my disappointment.
Maybe my expectations were to too high.
I wanted more after all these years.
Felt like I needed an appointment.
Always left to sit and cry.
This love I feel, It's real!
My fears are molded from your rejection.
You always feel so out of reach.
Am I meant to feel like the third wheel?
All I'm wanting is some mutual affection.
Why do I always feel impeached?
Your words, they flow so easily.
Comforting as they hit my ears.
I've heard it all before.
These emotions have me queasy.
Your actions bring these fears.
Have me walkin' out the door once more.

Those little things I do.

I do them to bring,

     a smile to your face.

     a memory to your mind.

     and a warmth to your heart.

We know it won’t be easy.

We have known right from the start.

Those little things I do.

I wish you’d do them too.

     remind me to smile.

     remind me of good times.

     remind me of your heart.

If theres no time for me in your life.

Just tell me…You I cannot pursue!

Those little things I do.

I do them ‘cause I’m tired of feeling blue.

Candace Goldade

Feb 8th 2021