a poem for you.

I saw you there waving.
Your smile was quiet and crookedly lit, but still you looked splendid and mighty and fine.
It was windy and cold and I swore like a sailor.
I’m sure one day I’ll bite my lip and hold my tounge, it will get better and it will be won.
But for now, I want to go back there.
To the time that we were young and it was candles and ice creams and the songs that we sung.
They were loud and so brilliant and we moved like we meant it.
And I’ll kiss you, you’re beautiful.