An ode to the good times.
An ode to the late night giggles
that never seemed to stop,
and the scrambled eggs the next morning.
To the cold hardwood floors in your bedroom
that were decorated with blankets and shoes.
To the cake and ice cream
at every birthday party,
and every grain of sugar that Grandma let us
pour onto our cereal.
To every early morning coffee,
and every late night brownie.
To every note passed back and forth in church,
and every soda,
t-shirt, and piece of jewelry bought at the mall.
To every time we laughed,
and every time we cried.
To every time we sang in your car,
or in mine.
To every time the tv cast a soft glow
on all four walls.
To every time I knew you'd be there.
To every time we hugged,
held hands, or put our head
on each other's shoulders.
To the words that you wrote so neatly
on my 18th birthday card,
"You are my role model."
To all of the good memories,
which are far too many to count.
To every damn time that you said
I love you,
and every damn time that
I said it back.
An ode to the good times,
that are now few and far between.
Times that I'm not sure I'll have,
ever again.
m.e.