Wednesday, August 13, 2008

long time:seems like yesterday

Denise, I love you still...
But, I'd love you moving yet.
You know, I always will
remember to never forget
that day; the night we cried
so hard we laughed out loud.
So strange, standing outside
in front of the usual crowd.
Alone, a tall lawman
put down his drink
and held up a Good Book:
"Will you take each others' hand"?
We did, and all others foresook.