Hope to remember.

Brake your heart again on the rocks,

And cry for love of the sun set. 

Stretch yourself thin against the world,

      -beat back a sigh, roll up your sleeves and hope to remember 

All that moon light on your lovers neck. 

That crisp frosty morning, 

Clean shaved and the smell of wood smoke on the air. 

The bite of a winter sea,

And all thoughs long summer nights. 

Your first kiss, 

And all that time when every memory of them bit like a jagged saw. 

Every touch of there name draws your lungs cold. 

The feel of this book,

And the echo of these words in your head. 

The thought of coffee,

His reaction next time you wear that little red dress,

The words you'll say that will make them faulter. 

The holiday and anouther bloody Monday. 

Endless yesterday's and tomorrow's. 

All held firm, belived utterly, forgotten completely, 

As the magnifying glass pulls into focus every now, 

After every now.