When the summer breeze blows warm across my face,
I will come to you through the slanting light
and watch you paint the picture
you said you always would.
We’ll capture the moment in a silent instant
and hold it for as long as memory serves,
untouched by heartbreak,
with nothing left to hide,
in the shade of our thoughts.
We’ll talk long into the night
beneath a canopy of moonlight,
watching meteors streak through the sky,
wondering what just happened,
and why.
You are everyone I have ever lost,
but you’re always remembered and never alone.
Soon, we’ll meet again
in a place you like the best,
where everything matters,
a place where all is forgiven and forgotten
by the edge of time.
