The lights are dim
Walking out on the porch,
Memory fails me most
but rewards details
that changed years
passed.
My face is near yours
in a way
that can't be taken back.
I try,
but only to return.
As I wish I could recall
every second of this
defining moment
my mind only
remembers
our lips finally touching.
I guess for every minute
after
I struggled for words
and have found them
plagiarized in my mind
"Sometimes I would give anything
just to be something more....
Something more than nothing...."