Parades of Porcelain Gold

Revisit with me,
these gilded memories.
A sunset spilling through
the second story window.
The cats, you, and me,
on the couch, snuggling,
watching cartoons,
eating pizza and taquitos.

Come, as I recall a time
archived in alabaster.
The park bench in the snow
where Love's Creek flows.
I'd try to meet your eyes,
as my heart was beating faster.
The very first I love you.
Butterflies floating below.

Turning back the time,
reminiscing days of old,
marching through my mind,
like parades of porcelain gold.
Let's bring back what we find
as we return to here and now.
That spark from days gone by,
it isn't far. It can be found.

I see it in your smile
and I hear it in your laughter.
I feel it when we touch
and I imagine what comes after.
It's in our inside jokes.
It's in the warped language we speak.
It's gathered in the home
we've made our own with every tweak.

Let's find the softness from before
we once held for each other.
Remembering that I chose you
and that you chose me, too.
Let's take the days of gray to come
and paint them full of color.
Let's live the life we dreamed of,
making memories anew.