Bury the Stories

Bury the stories I've shared with you
Put them in a box for a rainy day
When you're home all alone
And you're scarred- and your torn
You can come back to them.

Love isn't just passion in the dark
It's when you've been through something together
And you open your heart
And you give something away,  and you get something back,
And you find beauty, trust and love there

Don't forget the stories we've shared

Remember what it all meant and how we got there

Remember the games that we played 

And the bed that we made

and promise me that you'll remember

So we've had years of both bad and good

Had busy lives in this neighborhood

May've fought once in a while

But we always reconciled

And we always had trust and beauty there.

I was in the yard when I got the news

It was a letter from my doctor about the bruise
I had a positive test
The timeline was hard-pressed.
God smashed my beauty and trust there. 

They said I'd only have months to live
They said not to be bitter-  or negative.
They said to go home and see friends
And to make my amends
I tried to find beauty and trust there.

Saying goodbye was the hardest loss I'd know
You're like the brightest of moons, or like a new fallen snow.
You should never forget- how much you mean to me
I want you to always remember....

Bury the stories I've shared with you
Put them in a box for a rainy day
When you're home all alone
And you're scarred- and your torn
You can come back to them.