Always the Afternoon

Thinking of you on this beautiful afternoon,
 
Wishing that I could be outside playing in the fields
 
And laughing with you there beside me
 
Holding me in your arms and holding me close.
 
 
 
Is it too much to ask for one perfect afternoon?
 
The sunlight bearing down on our shoulders,
 
Holding hand in hand,
 
Remembering none of the problems we face
 
Just remembering that we were once kids,
 
Careless, young, and free.
 
 
 
Thinking of you this evening,
 
The night has grown colder and the lights still flash
 
Out of the windows
 
And I realize as a light shuts off,
 
That I feel empty and alone
 
 
 
The night is dark, and the afternoon so bright.
 
Why can’t it always be the afternoon?