I stole your seat,
you called me "Uncomfortable...
Years ago....
Words would traffic jam within...
I want soft candlelight and deep conversations;
Paired with warm blankets as soft as our laughter...
Want to keep silent,
just to live, but seeing faults...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
I still remember
how your voice...
The wind can howl across the glen,
And the haar may fret the sea...
You showed up and like a girl-
I made jokes of dashboard lights and Christmas...