Those days were aroma on the delicate, pure red roses, that made you pause-

Those times were not you & I laughing under the bright white stars,
they were the cause.

Those days were the times under the royal blue Texas sky, that we simply breathed,
then felt power;

Because in those moments, we never rushed our time together, there was no hurry in love, owning forever
We stopped to smell the flowers.

And the music,
Oh, the music,
Took us by our hearts and carved into it, these memories.
The notes tattooed our skin,
The melodic voice pressed against us, again and again.
The guitar strummed each vibration across our soul.
And now, memory loss is not an option.
Not a toll. [I am SO sorry but I have to say that this line sounds like "not at all" with a British accent!! xD okay, you can keep reading.]

That is why I'm here, in this new little house.
Unpacking a box and on a window ledge, I sit.
Tape threads in and out of my fingers,
As I carefully try to untangle it.

Finally placed back to where it belongs,
I hesitantly press play on the tape recorder-
To hear a death wish of our songs.

Now they play as though the record needle traces my heart,
And I collapse to the floor.
This is tearing me apart.
Yes, you died a hero, but
The red, white, and blue killed you.
Now, the red roses, white stars, and blue skies,
Will be my death, too.
I stare down at your name, tattooed onto my skin.
1989-2010