A letter to the first snow.
I love you, I loved you then, I love you now. It's been six years, You are still the standard I measure every man against. Changes in location robbed us of time. I remember the short weeks we had together with frightening clarity. I remember being cold, I remember you being the first, and only, person I could sleep against. Your chest pressed against my back. We breathed in subtle rythym.
You made me smile, you made me laugh, you made me realize it wasn't the end of the world. I left to make a better life for myself, to get out of a small town that was suffocating me. I left to be with my family. I wish everyday that you had come, or that we could have had more time.
Do you remember me? Do you still think of our toes entwined? I wore purple polish then, you wore black. You told me stories of wrong doing, you told me stories of your life. I remember coming to get you out of jail.
You were wrong in all the right ways. You treated me like I was golden, a shining star that would burn out too soon. You held me close and played me music. We rocked the bed across the floor. That's how you met Ramon, on top of me, sweaty, with my bed in the doorway.
I miss you. I wish we could have had more time. I'm sometimes glad we didn't. Our love never had a chance to grow cold. I miss your touch. I sometimes weep when I hear the songs you played me on our last night together.
You helped me pack my life into a truck, you held me while I cried. You were a rock when I needed you. I cannot thank you enough for the gift of that. I think you may be the first person I truly loved. I feel the pull, on cold clear nights, I can see my breath and I think of you. I think of lying in your bed, shivering beneath the covers. I remember you so well.
I love you Chris. I'm glad I knew you then. I wonder where you are now. It's been so long, I know you've moved on. Did you turn over that new leaf? Are you in jail? I wonder if you are still the perfect man.
Thank you for those weeks, thank you for your love. Thank you for giving every man a lot to measure up against.
I want to remember, I'm sorry I forgot for so long.
I love you, I loved you then, I love you now. It's been six years, You are still the standard I measure every man against. Changes in location robbed us of time. I remember the short weeks we had together with frightening clarity. I remember being cold, I remember you being the first, and only, person I could sleep against. Your chest pressed against my back. We breathed in subtle rythym.
You made me smile, you made me laugh, you made me realize it wasn't the end of the world. I left to make a better life for myself, to get out of a small town that was suffocating me. I left to be with my family. I wish everyday that you had come, or that we could have had more time.
Do you remember me? Do you still think of our toes entwined? I wore purple polish then, you wore black. You told me stories of wrong doing, you told me stories of your life. I remember coming to get you out of jail.
You were wrong in all the right ways. You treated me like I was golden, a shining star that would burn out too soon. You held me close and played me music. We rocked the bed across the floor. That's how you met Ramon, on top of me, sweaty, with my bed in the doorway.
I miss you. I wish we could have had more time. I'm sometimes glad we didn't. Our love never had a chance to grow cold. I miss your touch. I sometimes weep when I hear the songs you played me on our last night together.
You helped me pack my life into a truck, you held me while I cried. You were a rock when I needed you. I cannot thank you enough for the gift of that. I think you may be the first person I truly loved. I feel the pull, on cold clear nights, I can see my breath and I think of you. I think of lying in your bed, shivering beneath the covers. I remember you so well.
I love you Chris. I'm glad I knew you then. I wonder where you are now. It's been so long, I know you've moved on. Did you turn over that new leaf? Are you in jail? I wonder if you are still the perfect man.
Thank you for those weeks, thank you for your love. Thank you for giving every man a lot to measure up against.
I want to remember, I'm sorry I forgot for so long.
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sylvain:
happy birthday... i'm a friend of slutty good girl.
serendipity:
Happy Birthday Lady!
