There are moments I'll
Remember.
Like the bellyaching laughter on the
Living room floor when I said
Eisenhower, ****** and Giovanni Arnolfini and
His bride negotiated at Camp David.
Like sitting in an old Chevvy
Van with a half empty Starbucks
Cup, singing along to a song I'd
Never heard before.
Like dancing on the hot
Asphalt that has seen so much of
Us, and falling neatly enough to
Put me on crutches.
Like sitting in a bedroom that
Looked vaguely like mine when her
Boyfriend decided he would play
My guitar.
Like perfect
Complete and
Utter
Silence.
There are moments I'll
Remember.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
There are moments I'll
Remember.
Like the bellyaching laughter on the
Living room floor when I said
Eisenhower, ****** and Giovanni Arnolfini and
His bride negotiated at Camp David.
Like sitting in an old Chevvy
Van with a half empty Starbucks
Cup, singing along to a song I'd
Never heard before.
Like dancing on the hot
Asphalt that has seen so much of
Us, and falling neatly enough to
Put me on crutches.
Like sitting in a bedroom that
Looked vaguely like mine when her
Boyfriend decided he would play
My guitar.
Like perfect
Complete and
Utter
Silence.
There are moments I'll
Remember.
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