Stupid Me Happy You

I have twenty five mix CDs 

Collecting dust 

They are all made for you

All with witty titles just like I always

Use to do

You'll never hear them now

They will just sit there

Reminding me of what was

Soon it will be twenty six 

Simmer

These days remind me

Of sun bleached back decks

Breezes blowing hair

Sitting in chairs

Drinking cold beer

Talking to you on the phone 

Do you ever remember that apartment

The times we laughed

Loved 

Fought 

Do you ever miss us

Our kisses

Our conversations

Our love

So Very Tired

Sun drenched Saturdays

Warmth bleeding from wooden benches

I watch young children play

Missing youthful days

When girls blew me kisses

And I had a fuller head of hair

I use to laugh 

So easily

And sleep until noon

Coming home has brought it all 

Full circle