sweet

Remember
sitting in the
parking lot of
It's Greek to Me
and singing
Time After Time
at the top
of our
lungs
and feeling
free
and thinking
that,
"...if you fall
I will catch you
time after time."
would always
be
and knowing
that in that
triumph
some
day
there
would be
aftermath
and having
that light
in my heart
will always
be
cherished
Barb Zenor
and
George
and I
in a trailer
by the
river
watching
bags packed
and knowing
that as
MTV's
buzz
flickered
against
metal walls
that there
was something
more
we would always
be searching for
but
finding ourselves
would
always be realization
enough
and so I
stumble
into
bed
with boxers
and tee shirt
on
after endless
nights
of my own skin
and I
think
that there
was never
before
that
utterance
of sheer
joy.