Say yes....

I just stumbled upon this poem I wrote oh so many years ago. Baby, do you remember me now?



It's interesting enough:
When the subject of love comes up
people are so quick to talk.
When the subject of death comes up
no one can say a fucking thing.
The weirdest thing is:
One only happens to some of us
and one happens to all of us.

From what I HAVE learned:
When you're dead you don't come back to talk to your best friend.
You don't have control of your mother's brakes before the accident.
A warm September wind is not fingertips on your lover's face.
The 100 grand you spent on college doesn't pay you back.
God doesn't even know who you are,
let alone shake your hand.


But what's left:
Passing your drivers test.
Your first time.
A sunset in California.
And her hair,
long as the summer
and the scent it left on your pillow,
and the long days in highschool waiting for it.