HOW CAN I TAKE ME WHEN I GO?

How can I take me when I go?

How can I possibly carry it all?

I remember our young thirst for adventure.

How you lit up when the right song came on the radio.

And how you still light up and dance;

only now, those moments choose you.

Your laugh tickles me,

but the best is when I know…

this is the best of us.

Knowing wonder as we stare at the moon,

regardless her shape.

Feeling the light hit us just right as you nap.

How can I possibly remember it all?

How can I take me when I go?