A Memory

Apr 21, 2008 - 15:39 PM PST

You cleared a path to the dock
and let me follow behind you
your hand gently in mine.
We stood there for hours
and watched the vacant bridge.
It's lights were like fireflies
on a summer's night.
You smelled like a common way of self-medication
While i smelled like sunshine.
You kissed me by the water
and kept me warm from the winter wind.
But what seems like a perfect memory
is really just fiction you created from the start.