Remember all the years you were dieing for the moments
to swoop in
and save the day like one big
beautiful cliche
in a big suit of armor
atop a gallant steed,
usually camouflaged as your little brown pick up.

nothing big enough to get in your way,
no distance carved out in black highway
you wouldn't conquer to make me smile.
Because when I smiled you were happy
Because when I cried you were broken and
you loved me to much
to leave me lonely sad and so
wide open.

Sometimes I admit I miss the glow and haze
even the taste
of our first kiss,
that new high that pure bliss
when we finally made sense of our fondness
of our bond
and we made promises.

And even still ,
you make me brave enough
to believe in them.
And that may be sweeter even
than that first lovely kiss.