Rose-Colored

I felt such a fierce joy with you
(from what I remember)
that it is still with me today
so it's no wonder
I can't stop playing it over
and over
in my head:
sourdough toast with jam
running the streets
thousands of roses
(more than you could ever pick for me)
and the peace of the koi pond.
Sushi and sapporo
switchback trails we thought would never end
petals kept safe in a soap dish
and a home for my spirit,
my body,
my love.

Have I made it sound perfect enough?
Shall I add another detail or twenty?
Is my feeling real or just the projection of how it was
through an old, dusty and rose-colored filter?

~March 17, 2010