Red Light

I stopped at a red light today and looked over at the man in the truck next to me. He was handsome, really handsome. He had on a white starched shirt and the sleeves were slightly rolled up on his tan arms. He had his left arm casually resting over the top of the steering wheel....you know, draped kinda cool like. I couldn't see his jeans but I'm sure they were a perfect fit. The window wasn't down but I believe he smelled like Calvin Klein. I couldn't hear his radio but I imagined it was playing Bruno Mars "When I was Your Man".
I'm aware of my 60 years, my tired eyes and the diminished love in my heart. But every once in a while its like a cool autumn breeze blows over the low burning embers in my spirit and makes them glow a bit brighter..... until the breeze dies down and the glow dims again.

 

Didn't I spend all my days taking sweet care of you?
Didn't you know that there was nothing in life that I would rather do?

Do you know that not a day ever passed that you didn't say "I love you."
Didn't I hold you're face in my hands and say "I love you too"

Didn't I stand by you when trials came our way? And didn't I always tell you everything would be ok?

Didn't we have such fun doing some simple thing? Didn't we make pretty music whenever we would sing?

So many times we held hands and with our hearts we would pray? Do you know I prayed a thousand more when you walked away? Do you know that I stopped living on that very day?