Memories

A touch of nostalgia.

I often miss his strong arms,
Encircling me in tough times.
His baritone voice, whisper
The sane words – this too shall pass.

I do miss those long walks
Along the ocean front,
When we talked openly
Of everything and nothing.

I miss our binge outings,
When we’d eat Mac burgers
And fries, sipping iced coke.
That was all we could afford.

I miss our petty quarrels,
Over the silliest things.
Of course, we always knew
They’d never last for long.

Every night, I carry
These precious memories
To bed with me, to dream
Some happy dreams again.