posted on Sep, 8 2016 @ 10:48 AM
Fresh flowers, long hours . .together. I remember, a past September . .with you. Didn't have a care in the world . .did we ? Young and free.
And when the rain came, we stayed the same . .didn't we ? In love. Laughing as the cool drops soaked us to the skin, unflinching, happy to be alone
with each other in the moment. Air, scrubbed clean by the rain, fragrant with our rushing souls, surrounded us like a protective blanket. Sorry, it
said, but no further admittance allowed . . this reservation has been fulfilled.
Did you make me a pie ? A piece of hot apple pie with a slice of cheddar cheese on top ? That would be so delicious right now. You are wonderful.
Slow dancing . .until it became dark . .and then the spark . .the fire.
You have blessed me . .and I am rich now in many ways. Stay . .stay with me. I have these thoughts of you . . that . .