California Memories

Her name was Charlie And she is what I’d call poetry In the way that dreamers hope to capsule up and be immortalized beyond the two hands that control it all A wildflower twisted up with a messy bun With a personality that just wants to run She asked me, when's the last time you had fun Before I could answer the adventure has begun Random thoughts become actions for schedules undone Experiencing new things by the hour with her as we shotgun Memories that take a lifetime into one night, filled with the laughter that doesn't need a pun I told her I had writers block and she said well stop holding your breath, poetry has already sung Charlie taught me if I don't recognize the moment freedom weighs a ton Even with creative wings it's hard to say I won Then Charlie moved to Cali Then I started to make poems Dali Life is more than a routine when you see the beauty inside the frame p.s. I still have that picture of us folded in my journal...