Sometimes, all it takes
are the simple things to
get us through the day.
If you only knew how often
I thought back to your
gentle friendship, the
way you held my hand
oh-so-softly, and
told me you were proud
of me and the way I
had blossomed since
I had seen you last...
I said, "I don't ever
want to go back to the
woman I was when I
first met you", and you
whispered, "Honey,
you won't~ever again"
with that sexy sparkle
in your green eyes.
Just you holding my hand,
looking at me with your
gentle smile...that was
the one memory I've
kept with me this week
as I fought off
a deep depression.
The simple things.
A hand held tenderly.
A sweet compliment.
The embrace of a friend.
The warmth of an
afternoon talking
in a black truck,
Denny's parking lot.
You reminding me
that I still had
wings for flying.