I still love the songs we used to sing
The old Charlie Daniel’s band hits
That Garth Brooks track from Hope Floats
Everything and anything Toby Keith wrote
About partying in Mexico.
I remember my hands caked in egg and breadcrumbs,
Yours in canned salmon and buttery crackers,
You said, “baby girl, let’s go to Cancun.”
I remember you never let me help you fry it all up
Because I was barely eye level with the countertop.
I didn’t mind, I was afraid of it anyways,
The stove, the crackle pop grease bubbles,
But I still loved the way it all smelled like fat.
I still love the simple nights on the porch
When you’d smoke a cigarette and tell me about work
About Gary and Tige and Mike and Gale,
The monikers of strangers I still remember.
Like I remember that old John Montgomery song,
The one where he sees the pretty girl
At the auction and tries to bid on her,
And she’s somehow okay with it, and
They fall in love.
I remember singing it while you drove me
Back, back, back to Connecticut,
Back to screaming fights and sleepless nights
Back to you hugging me tight and whispering
“Christmas is only three months away.”
“I still love the songs we used to sing,” I say to you,
And try not to crumble when you say “what songs?”