My claim to fame was a book or two
A film, some scripts and a couple million by the age of 32
The wife I loved, loved since school
Stayed and loved me back, even when I was a fool
And that I was, many a time
For it was me that waited so long to find her
'Never will I forget that day
One that shall live in infamy
A cold November morning
One at the end of Fall
Because born on that morn, was a love that knew no end at all

She loves to read Bronte
Lives to sing loud and tall
Cannot go without a good glass of wine,
Has yet to let me fall

Always remembers to say; "I love you"
Would give me her all
Can run a marathon twice a day
Better at everything I could name
Except for basketball

Loves my rhymes, though they ****
I've yet to hear her say the word that sounds like "duck"
She'll laugh at that, this I know
For she never ceases to smile
She is a new, bright dawn

With vigor and promise
I look to the morning sky
A smile breaking the solace of my once calm mind
She's here to stay
For, that is how I know God is kind

Eyes closed, the radio on
Water beading down your windshield
The drums breath gone

Cruel guitars orchestrate the rise and fall
Your mother wished you never left at all
With the dryer still running, power out
The last lights in the mind go blind

Colour returns, piano beats on
Cradles rocking and cellos burn
Not a sound to be heard, only the wipers remain on

If I could sing, I would record a loving howl
A sound that would rise and fall
'Like the tides, it'll know no limit at all
And though it may sound strange,
You'll love it so
Not because I could sing, no
Not at all
Simply because for you I would howl till Fall

I watch the hours tick away
Each number falling slowly
None of them look my way

All of the hours, they twist and turn
At every juncture I listen as they sizzle
All before they burn

I count all the hours,
I remember them well
I love them all,
I only wish they could escape their predetermined hell

That which betwixt reality from myself
'Like ancient rains in foreign countries yet touched by man
There, sad piano notes do cry out upon the oily hues of pink and blue in the night sky
And here, marks of lipstick clouding empty glasses of wine as soft notes dance within these oaken walls
The rain outside, familiar and warm with knowledge
The last note played with a final locking of our eyes

Is that is that the old me watching his new heart
Is that the old me crying out in the dark
Is that the old me laughing by the fire
Is that the old me

Took us back,
Where I swore to never be again, till'
Smiling up at me,
You filled my heart

When we were friends
When we were friends
We were friends
We were friends

The old me awoke in the dark
The old me awoke to find
The old me alive and well
The old me full of love in his heart

We were friends
Now we are in love
We were friends to the end
Now I can truly love again

Is that the old love I once had in my head?
Is this what I always searched to find?
Is this why my heart never declined to beat?
Is this the best life possible?

Or is it the gift of humanity?