Make It Last

I found a picture of us in Canada. I hadn't realized how our faces have
changed. Only we could know what that day was like, yet the picture has
passed through so many hands. I want to say 'that was the best day that I
can remember' because we were together in the way that a family should be.

I want to make it last. I want to make it last all night

Now that the weather has leaked a little taste of spring, I live in my head
and I try to pretend that I never woke from last night's dream: the mansion
on the hill where we could be little girls and swing on the tire swing and
sing.

Don't you see what I mean? I need a retreat. I'll vacation in my
imagination. There's nothing out here for me in the middle of February.
There is only cold and grey, and useless short days that are telling us to
sleep- to hibernate. So I'll dream. I'll dream, until the first blooming
poppy.

I want to make it last. I want to make it last all night. I want to make it
last. I want to make it last all night.