The Best Thing In Life Was Him

KING Of The Valentine Dance

Aaron was the boy WONDER, the man child and the Spider-Man all rolled in to one, a spectacular date with destiny dreamed. Aaron was a handsome man, a fine boy, a glimpse of the dark side with its wanton ways. A Fine Looking Easy Rider. Where have all the good times gone? Where are the boys to men to the desperate lover? He came so suddenly into my life, a part of me so soon, as soon as I took a breath, as soon as I held my breath and I only breathed again once we parted ways, our lips, asunder. Laying there, gasping, groping, grappling for air. Heed the stolen wonders of the days to come. See everything at play, at work, at the end of the day. It is a saving grace and a wonder of the world. This true love of mine, of yours and ours. Our time spent together has become a monument. In the history books, it's listed as number one. A Fine Day Appears On The Horizon. Apple Falls Far From The Tree. Delight Around The Apple Tree. Freedom just another name for albatross. Dewdrops On The See-Saw. Sail Away, Sweet Sister. QUEEN For A Day. ETCHED With Etcha-Sketchy. XANUDU Means Forever And A Day. HER Way Or The HIGHWIRE! The Prince Was Not Proper or A Pauper. HE Was A Devil In Disguise, Tommy Stratto The Catto, An Evil Kneivel On Helen's Wheels.

He saw the future that day, a day yet to come for a million years it seemed, yet in reality, it was coming like a shooting star, etched in nothing but nothing as it catapulted its long and windy way to us. Leaving me in a lurch, a hand basket, a grieving widow of d'yer maker. A repleted kind of soul, dust in the wind. Hey, couldn't you see me on the fringe of the crowd, waving you down, calling for you, saying your name over and over. But you never came, never quite the same as it was with you, my love. Nothing impresses me much anymore, nothing has much color to see. Emptiness is the color of the day. Reds and blues, they fade away accordingly, emptiness remains. The tiny dancer was me and you, the desire gone mad, reveling in your beauty, your strength. The ides of March, blow the cold, the wind cries maree across the plains, hurtful things rolled up and pushed to the side. The ides roll in on you and the ides roll out. Aaron never felt as strong as he did with Jessie there. He was the man, hear the roar from his rumblings in rare form. Ace In The Pocket and Jacks All Around. My Little Lover. Sat in the garden and my dreams came true tonight. It was not wet before I sat down there? What the heck? Oh, I know, excuse me, sir. Aaron really didn't know as much as I. The result of the way his generation was coddled or spoiled or ignored completely. 1983. Tina was born in 1983. June 21? Aaron was born on January 1, 1983. He was a special baby, I am guessing. I'm sure his mom would agree with me, he sure was a special boy. The time they had together wasn't really enough, all those years! Every one. They felt like a century. Each year a century. 12 centuries, 13 centuries! And now, poof, he was gone? After all that waiting? That's all there is? A sin. A debacle. A rumrunner. Sick pieces of eight. Sick in the head. Sick in the heart. Goodbye, my love, my baby, Aaron. I never knew a baby so happy, so content. All smiles. 24/7. Even when he was sleeping, conked out, he was still happy and it showed. He always was a dearhearted one, a kind and thoughtful fellow. It made you feel good to see trait in someone, you didn't feel like the human race was all bad and evil after all. There was good in the world! However small, it was there. It was pure joy to spend your day with such a man, and a pretty man at that. Gorgeous. Manly. So handsome. Made you think anyways. A long time coming. He was like a sonata, breezy and slow, then hurricane winds and a fast tempo. Ah, those were the days, my friend, we thought they would never end. But everything must. Why, I don't know why the world has to take back control and out you through the wringer and hang you out to dry. Man, what don't kill ya makes ya stronger! Sure, sure, makes me older inside of myself, like an ancient old aztec or something. A Dahli Lama, for Christ's sake! A wizened old Gandalf. Time has a way to make you pay, for all those years of late night partying, those early morning hangovers, sick to the gills and more! Those years spent fretting and worrying, only to find it don't change a thing. Being angry always ends with just that. You're angry, that's it. A wise lesson I learned very young. It took a few tries, but it finally sunk in. Thank you, dad, you taught me well. Try as I might, I just couldn't get away from that one. Aaron was out of the loop when it came to some technology. And he could not understand how cereals got so expensive while the package got smaller. You paid six or seven bucks for about three and 1/3 bowls. And that was stretching it. Really more like three smaller than average sized portions than you would usually put in a bowl. A strange fact of fiction. Also it was weird how the candy, like say a Reeses peanut butter cup was better in snack size, not miniature or double cup. It was bounds and chocolate mountains over the rest. The good times were rolling and the tide was high. Aaron never knew about the good times rolling. He never about moving in stereo, skating sure thing, right to ready. When I was in third grade, we lived off ninth by the cemetary. Everyday we walked to C Street and swallowed the pill. To see the light, so much death, so much to lose. My momma cried in May. Again in June. All through the winter even. Back then, the world was a bitter, cold and even warring upon war to greet the day. Goodbye, night, I see you again. My momma never left, you see. Never once. Always there. I wish I could tell her that it always comes to down to losing, even when you are ahead, you are still losing. Didn't dad always say, Oh, mean Jean. How do you do. I remember the first album I bought was at Safeway, University Center. It was the beatles, red album. When I saved enough, it was the blue double album. It was quite a long time until fool's day.