Grace to pull me aside
A bench where we sit together again
Calm voice informs of a tragic even
Warm arms that wrap around me on a cold night
Drowning in the dark navy depths of the ocean
All the stars held in your eyes
Brighter than the ones that sarkle above
Soft whispers of all our hopes and dreams come true
Promises that we will see each other again
Appologies for having to leave
Steady peace to break my shuddered breath
Discriptions of places we�ll go together
Pictures of where your going
Memories that have yet to be made
Jumping off a dock into a warm lake
Driving a golf cart in a small town
A guy named Jarod with brown hair and a silly grin
Things that will never be forgotten
Rusty blond hair that stands up on end
A fallen tree hiding a whole nother world
A red couch in front of the TV
A golden trumpet and silver flute next to eachother
Forever together
Maybe always apart

Owari