All about you

(A love Poem)

Every time I think about you I'll remember April

and you in soft sweaters.

I'll think of Blue Nun and Jackson Browne,

mixed in afternoon's freedom.

No one knows

the me that you do,

and in time, you'll be missed.

I wish I could exactly describe how it is with you.

I can't go on alone

A question of life;

Is absurd true?

The answer depends upon you.

The longer you are

the more things change,

and before you know it nothing's sane.

If time is the difference between one and the past,

are fading memories enough to last?

There could have been days at times like these

we'd have sat on a beach in a warm August breeze.

But instead, a gentle rocking of ocean tides, covers reality

where our dreams hide.

"We moved closer together

in the midst of an impossible situation,

two becoming one,

despite all "reason ".