I.
My memory of you plays like an old film
I know it word for word, and scene for scene:

YOU* fall sleep on my shoulder, and
I whisper something
into your tousled brown hair
in hopes of instilling these 3 little words
and this feeling
into your subconscious being

I and LOVE and YOU.

rewind, replay, over and over and over..

II.                          
I yearn
         to be
           that close
                to *anyone again.

III.
There are days like today
when I remember that  
YOU are still breathing,
and someone knows YOU better
and holds YOU closer
than I ever did
or could ever again…
                  and I begin to understand
      why good men go mad,
           write poetry,
                 smoke cigarettes
         and drink too much.