– I’m growing used to your voice, the soft caress that puts me at ease.
Your quiet chuckle, and the grin that soothes me in my mind.
The sensing of you, somehow, intrinsically connected,
yet apart.
The thoughts trickle, into the space of consciousness
throughout my day, and I reawaken you, in me.
Relive the gentle moments, each touch,
each kiss.
With you, because of you, the words are given an echo.
I hear them again and I hear them clearly, and I start
to understand the meaning, what was said
that wasn’t said.
“When we were first married, and I’d sit at home
waiting, listening to the mice eat through the walls,
wondering if she’d come back to me.”
There’s a story there, something about
love, and it’s frightening. Something about
love, and it’s amazing. And I sit and stare and
think of you.
In the thinking of you, I think of me, you are becoming
part, of what I carry with me. And that is frightening,
and that is amazing. And I close my eyes and think
only of you.
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