Pondering Paige

A poem to a man aired briefly on the Skype cam Ignore the fliss and the flam If you were here I would hold your sweaty hand Untill I could hear the words you breath Now relax a minute or two in your seat There are so many things I have to share A million miles or so since we have been there A lot of memories for my mind to see I awoke from a cold state of dreaming you was around It was just a bunch of old memories that I had found It was you there asking me if I could even make any sound It was simple at that time I was surrounded by a dark gloomy cloud I had simply shut the whole world out And for that fact I slowly made myself a bet That if our time I never wept If our company never slept I would hold this cold brew for you