What if I told you
That the best days are summer days –
And that when I think of you, I remember
Pedaling down Longwood Drive, on our Schwinn bicycles
Just you – and me
in your one-piece bathing suit
And if I knew then
That this was the closest
We’d get to heaven
And that you’d fade away
Without me
That I’d be waiting in line
To see you again
If I knew that
I’d have squeezed the handles on the brakes
Reached for you
And told you how much I’d miss you
and cried, because heaven was right here
on the sidewalk, under the giant oaks
And I’d watch the summer sun
illuminate your blonde hair
and I’d tell you
that you would always make my world
a summer day
And I’d always remember us together
on our bicycles
And that I’d only see you again,
and remember you, years later,
in the faces of my children
And in the warm breeze and the summer sun
in Beau’s blonde hair and blue eyes
right there, under the giant oaks on Monteray avenue
Next to the green house
Another summer day, another daydream
another heaven, one without you
So I’m waiting in line, Cathy
On my green Schwinn, by the green house
