Abba

The lines of your face
     are the stories of
     your greatest joys
     and sorrows.
I could only hope that
     my name was worked
     into those wrinkles
     on your face.
I remember the first
     lesson you taught me
     when you were gone long
     nights installing an
     air conditioner in
     an old woman's house.
I remember when you
     taught me how to laugh,
     the summer's cool air
     kissed my skin and the
     lights danced around your
     face, as the stories poured
     out of you.
I remember seeing you that
     whole night I lay awake
     burning with fever, you
     could not sleep and waited
     for the dawn to bring peace.
I remember that first dance
     we had together, you never
     dance, but you would dance
     for me.
I remember you crying the
     day I left you. But I
     didn't really leave you from
     my heart.
I remember thr day that you
     told me of the ugliness of the
     world, but the you held me
     and all felt right.