Samantha Jayne Frost
I see your gown all stitched in black
With little buttons up the back
You stand there like a coal briquette
I think of how we met.
The night was warm but now it’s cold
That gentle breeze can’t be controlled
And raindrops fall that leave you wet
You haven’t noticed yet.
It’s strange, you felt so warm back then
The rain was fun; we laughed and ran
The sun returned, we watched it set
I watched your striking silhouette.
Now you shiver in the sun
It’s just a sliver and it’s done
And all I want for my brunette
Is golden suns that never set.
Bright blue skies that never grey
And big blue eyes that love bouquets
I never want my girl to fret;
No solo silhouette.
That bottle swathed in paper bag
Is stronger than you usually take
A bottled wine we’d always get
And never one regret.
Here we are, the time has come
I feel it in the beating drums
It’s time to sleep, let weeping cease
It’s time to be at peace.
You close your eyes, you see my face
You feel my warm embrace
I’m always here and don’t forget
I’m happy that we met.
Still, you stand and put it off
That putting in the ground
You can’t let go of me today
But honey, that’s okay.
1-15-2018
