i close my eyes
as the song comes on
the one about the boy
trying to skip rocks
on the ocean
and i can see myself
years from now
taking a little hand
warmly in mine
and leading them down
that old, worn out dock
to our old spot
between 10th
and the shore.
i'd show those little eyes
the very spot
i fell in love with
you
that unseasonably warm
November day.
i'll show them
the date carved
in stone.
our proof for the ages
that no matter
what happened to us
we really did
happen.
i'll tell those little ears
about the magical
once in a lifetime
sunset
that took my breath away
and took us to  a
whole other world
a whole lot better than
this one.
i'll tell them
our story.
the long complicated tale
about best friends,
a lovely blonde haired
blue-eyed boy,
and my insignificant self.
i'll mention how
we saved one another
from ourselves
and how we fell
in love
during late night talks
but never admitted it.
i'll tell them the story
of us.
i just really hope
i get to give a
happy
ending.