three years, a house, and a puppy later...

:: love of mine, someday you will die. but i'll be close behind. i'll follow you into the dark. no blinding lights, or tunnels to gates of white. just our hands clasped so tight waiting for a hint of the spark. if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the "no's" on their vacancy signs, if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark. ::

[i came to visit you today. it was quiet on the drive there. thoughts lulled around inside my head about nothing really at all. at least until i got there. my feet sunk into the soft summer grass. and the sun shined down warming my skin. there were other people there. for reasons other than my own. the memories flooded back. and the tears welled up in my eyes. "don't you worry about a thing, sweetheart" and "how you gonna keep 'em down on the farm.." mint leaves and freshly picked pink roses. that laugh and those recognizable yawns. sitting on the porch in the aluminum rocking chairs and listening to mr. sinatra on the radio. and who can forget the hours spent at the playground? now those laughs and yawns are just a memory. in my head. the chairs sit vacant. in the shed. and the playground is occupied with the sound of other children's laughter and excitement. and i take the long way. but the radio still plays frank whenever i tell it to. you would want it that way. i left you pink roses. oxox]

:: and if you were with me tonight, i'd sing to you just one more time. a song for a heart so big, that God wouldn't let it live. may angels lead you in. ::

:: so everybody put your best suit or dress on. let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once. lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn as thirty dialogues bleed into one. ::