...remember.

Your hands on my hips and the rush between our lips are two things I'll always remember about summer nights.  I also remember how you used to slide my sweater over my bikini on the cold summer nights when we'd fall asleep on the beach.  You always said that I would catch a cold, then you would tickle me like I was a child 'til I laughed way too loud.  You always said they could hear my laugh in Heaven.  And I told you that the angels smiled when I laughed.  Then I'd wrap your arms around me--your arms were strong and full of courage.  Your arms were a peaceful place to fall asleep.  But your arms carried more than I could hold.