Mr. Rocker

I remember you
I remember us
...
a backbone to my fears
your shirt soaked up all my tears
your arms held me in my sleep
and your bed was always mine
as long as we spooned tight and
through the night
your essence hit me the minute
I stepped in the room
your guitar fluttered my heart strings
your spirituality kept me present
your free-spirit knew no limits
you listened
we talked
we laughed
we made love
you healed wounds
and though love did not conquer all
and I couldn't decipher your code
I'll never forget what you did for me.

-M. Peña