damian's website -- poetry

Fast fingers flutter Through the stack of old records Before landing on one It was our song And as the needle hit the vinyl And the sound spun to life The age in our eyes faded away And it was 1957 And you wrapped your arms around me And from your ruby red lips, the words I'd waited My whole life to hear echoed clear And as I get up from my old reclining chair Letting the record play through I reach for you, to dance one last time And as you reach back Your hand finding mine Just the way you used to do You say it again. "I love you."