Memories....

Do you ever just hear a song, and, regardless of your day, it just sucks you into an entirely different mood? Yeah, this is that song. It's like how whenever someone says "stitches" you always jump in and share a memory of the time you got stitches. It's just like that.

I'm having a great evening, trying to play some pinball right before bed, listening to the radio, and this damn song comes on. Each time I hear it, I get one memory. Or rather, memories of a specific time. Not good.

My mother used to say that having children causes heartache. True. But she usually did not say how much joy they bring as well. At least, not in the same sentence. This is true about most everything in life though. With joy comes heartache. With gain, comes loss. And forgiveness is the equivalent of time and forgetting the things which required forgiving. That's hard to do, depending on the situation.

I Dreamt...

... I rode a moonbeam into your room last night and watched as you lay sleeping; Chased the shadows and nightmares away from your slumbering thoughts.
Throughout the night, I kept vigil and frightened the dark away.

... I held you in my arms last night, so near that I felt your heart beating.
I whispered, "I love you." You whispered, "I love you more."
We laughed and you drifted off to sleep
Throughout the night, I kept you warm and the cold stayed its unkind hand.

... The wind carried me to your window last night.
I tapped for hours, but you would not let me in. I couldn't stop him from calling you.
Throughout the following week, I watched him win your affection. I was there.
The arms that held you, the lips that kissed yours; they were always here waiting for you.

... I rode a teardrop down your cheek one night, months later.
I am here because he is not; left you for someone else without explaining why.
Throughout the night, I rested on your pillow, close to your face.
I could not keep the other tears from falling, I could only whisper, "I love you."