Memories of Kate

I have these memories of Kate,
her brown hair falling tangled over her emerald eyes
her little fibs, her tiny white lies
which she'd immediately confess
as if I would hold them against her
her tight smile as I'd impress that all that
she had told me had to be true, another way
I had to say "Kate, I love you."

I have these memories of Kate,
her guilty face, petulantly defiant in the hall
her lips hot on mine as we kissed against the wall
standing on tiptoes, arms around my neck
her flimsy excuses breathed in the pauses
like retorts from a green lawyer quoting clauses
who was I to judge her as she continued to press
I'd say "Kate, I love you more, not less."

I have these memories of Kate,
her hands making love knots in my shirt
her whispers, sighs, trying to mask her hurt
would I forget my vow to keep my word
had she really doubted my intentions in what she'd heard?
Her breasts heaving as if she were fighting back sobs
my stomach quivering, my heart fearfully throbs
waiting for her eventual rejection of all of me
but then she says "Mike, I love you, silly."

I have these memories of Kate.
standing in my Deadpool tee shirt looking for her jeans
knowing I would trust her no matter where she'd been
her blushing amber, freckles on her cheeks
my desire for her right leaving me unable to speak
instead I'm falling on my knees holding up the ring
her laughter into tears as it dawns on her I'm proposing
she yells out yes as she takes the ring onto her finger
it's these memories of Kate that will always linger.