The little things I remember most.

I found this in a box of old letters and notes. Mementos from my youth.

It is a poem of sorts I wrote to someone I cared a lot about. I gave it to him for his birthday, written inside a package of cigarettes.

I was pleased to find it, I did not know I still had a copy. I had to smile when I read the terrible ending though. I've always had a hard time with endings when I write. I guess I've always had a hard time with endings period.

I know the person who I wrote this for reads this blog sometimes, I won't embarrass him by saying who it is. I just hope he smiles when he reads it.

It's the little things I remember most
Like running through a red light at 110
And taking a walk on a cold night
During the ventures we took outside.

There's the way you like your tea in the morning
And some "Pepto" to wash it down.

All the silences we enjoyed
And all the stupid jokes we've made
Even the music that surrounded us.

I remember the lost keys
And playing Frisbee through the night
The softness of your naked skin
And the times you held me tight

There were many nights spent in the car
With the trails of scented smoke
Winding it's way around our heads

And the cold nose
On warm skin
One very chilly night

Even though the memories are all I have
I will keep them, they are mine
And when I think of them
You'll be by my side
My friend for all of time