OPEN EMOTION

A little bird told me today that you'd died,
My pretty eyes erupted.
My God, how I cried,
Wanted to visit your grave,
attend your requiem,
Create a tribute to you,
write on your tombstone,
of the memories we'd shared.

Of the family we grew,
me and you.
Grown from seeds of true love,
Painted on hot air balloons.

On summer days,
where we did laze,
upon the grass,
where we once kissed,
once upon a time,
too many moons ago,
to care to remember.

They say you wrote a book,
of course,
I took a look,
I had too,
of course,
I did,
The last time I saw you,
you took a look at one of mine.

We whinged at each other,
like a pair of old time,
aged lovers.
Moaning about books,
Exchanging weird looks.

Then today,
Out of the blue,
the phone rang,
it was you,
I was shocked,
I thought at last,
that my feelings had died,
But now you've made me stop and think.
(C) Livvi