I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day. Had gone all wrong or been trampled on and lost and thrown away. Got to the hallway, well, on my way to my loving bed. I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said:

Our song is the slamming screen door, 

sneaking out late, tapping on your window.

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

because it's late and your mama don't know.

Our song is the way you laugh.

The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have.

And when I got home, before I said amen

asking God if he could play it again.