Poetry For HIM

It's one a.m

It's 1:37 am and my neighbour's playing "I'll be missing you" by Puff Daddy
He is singing it at the top of his lungs as it blasts through his car stereo
I don't think I was ever meant to let you go
Being apart from you is like a toothache, it's so unbearable baby.

Can I call you that?
Baby?
I remember when I called you baby and watched you melt into my arms.
Watched your guard come down, your walls spread apart and make a way for my gentle caresses and low kind words make their way to your heart.
When I called you baby, your eyes turned the most lightest color of brown. Not literally but the dark shadows that gave your eyes their dimension, lightened. Your eyes lightened.
The term would unarm you, as I would unwind you, my touch would remind you that heaven isn't a place high up in the heavens.

But right here. This moment. These moments we have shared under the blackened skies and brightest moons. Heaven is us. We are heaven, and who knew you didn't have to kneel before a podium to get it? You surrendered yourself to me, oh baby, you gave me your words and soon you lips and then your hands and finally your heart.

You let me have it all.
When ever I called you baby.

Do you remember?

You called me love.
As if I was the manifestation of the word. A term you felt embody who I was to you.
Your heart said it before your lips did. Your heart called me love before you ever did and everytime I think back...I remember.

We were more than just lovers. We were a perfectly composed song everyone loved. Songs that have gone down history, that never lose their essence, their ability to draw you back to a memory.
We are a song.
Our love is a song that's catchy, low tempo and slightly upbeat.
It encompasses the loud laughs that bounced off of your walls, the somewhat silent moans that penetrated through them and even the disagreements and tears that crawled away from them.

Our song is one that makes you cry with a smile on your face. It makes you remember the first time you held something so precious, the first time you fought for something so real and the first time you felt your heart explode with happiness.

Our love is more than, than a well written out romance novel.
It's a song that stays in the minds of others for years on end and even when the words escape them...the tune...the tune doesn't.

Just like our love.

Remember, Love?

It's 1:56 am and i remember, baby.