Sometimes I sit and remember how,
when you and I would go out on the town
and ride around, and just kick back
with our friends, that you would every now
and then, when we were parked, lean over
and want to kiss,
which I would want to too
so we would.
your lips, soaking wet, after I had slobbered
all in your mouth, would give me reassurance
that I was not alone and would never be,
although since, you've gone away from me
when that day does come finally, that I will die,
like the rest of the world, and like you,
then man I hope that I will again get to kiss you
I love you.
only now what more can I say, 'til then,
I'll see you when my life meets the grave.