Remembering You

Some will find you at a grave, some will find you in a place. But I find you on a back road, windows down, music loud, with a beer in the console. Some see you in the sky, painted with pinks, oranges, and whites. But I find you on a back road, our kinda music on the radio. Some will remember you by your smell, some by the way you’d smile, but I remember your voice. I remember you singing to me, looking into my eyes. From your laugh to your yell, even in the way you cried. Never saw it much, you were a man of God. Everybody knew not to mess with you, walking tall with your jeans and boots, you sure knew how to make those ladies swoon. Not many knew you, but I do. So I will drive down the backroads with our music on the radio, windows rolled down, listening to the sound of the tires on a dirt road, that’s where I find you. I find you under the stars with a country tune in my heart, a bonfire a blaze, and you strumming a guitar, singing from your heart, you hummed the song, and I sang along. You knew me, and I know you. I still see you… on a back road.

Country, slow, and emotional, Country, Sentimental, Acoustic Guitar