so i remember

so i remember, what does that mean?... whatever you want, whatever we've seen, whatever we are, whatever we've been... remember the love, that is what we mean... and so there i was watching some episodes of ncis because the characters are an imaginary family for me (ironic, since the macho military mindset is so alien and insane to me, but that's another story... and {thank you harry} another time) and i start nodding off and turn off the lights and head to be (but not before pulling off a piece of chocolate chip brownie that jackson made today) and as i turn out the light i feel a rhyme (linked above) and turned the computer back on and wrote and after uploading it i realized the date... irony, coincidence, fate, memory, whatever... just felt like sending this message to a dear old friend of mine (yeah you)... happy birthday amy :) may your light still shine :)

a life in words

you are missing
the life i live in words
you are missing
and it's quite absurd
that you are missing
the sharing that can be
why are you missing
the caring you and me?

you are missing
the sensitivity
you are missing
the simple honesty
you are missing
the person you could be
why are you missing
the love...

it is an unfinished song
with some discord in the middle
that breaks up the nice meter
and disregards the rhyme

but there may be some hope
for a reason that will make it
worth the effort and the empty
waste of all the waiting time

waiting for the magic moment
waiting for the sublime
waiting for the answer
was it really such a crime?

you are missing
the love of a friend
who will not give it up
who will not let it end

you are missing
and nothing will replace
the smile of love and trust
that i see on your face
when i close my eyes
and remember
the 16th of december

there is still a bridge
we can walk across
to remember the magic
we thought was lost
it is innocent trust
unconditional love
the simple fairy tale
every heart dreams of

i create
a life in words
to remember
and to be


while you are missing
the feeling of sublime
of old friends, bookends,
committing the crime
of sharing moments of stillness
no productivity
and the only reason is the
the only reason there can be

the life we live in words
creating simple innocent honesty

what now?