I see your face,
Feel your hands on my body,
And I can sleep.
Knowing that you are here with me,
Even though you are gone.
In the wake of our lives,
Separate tho' they be,
I am left with such wonderful memories.
Of serious late night talks,
And silly early morning play.
Of Sunday's paper scattered about the bed,
And cats sleeping under the discarded leaves.
Of a last minute run to the mall,
That took us on another unplanned adventure.
Of afternoons hiking into the mountains.
To pan an old river bottom.
When I think of you trying to teach me to drive the stick shift,
I laugh aloud.
Patience was your strong suit.
And when you caught me coloring in that old tattered coloring book,
You came home the next day with a brand new one.
Just for me.
I cannot erase the pain we eventually caused one another,
But I will always thank you for that coloring book,
And the memories.
