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A New Perspective

I’d like to take all that misguided emotion and

Let it finally have a home in him.

I want to run to him and bury myself in his

Arms and beg him to accept me as I am –

Forgetting all the things in the past that kept

Me from him and him from me.

I miss the sweetness of us.  I miss the innocence –

The intensity of life

If I think hard enough I can almost feel him

Touch me, his hands, his lips, my heart

Racing towards freedom, my body wanting

More and more

The carefree spirit of taking chances.

I miss those lazy hot days and nights…. the

Silliness of us, the laughter we

Wished would never end…. So much motion,

So much energy – no restrictions – no fears

Don’t want to go back there – but I wish we could

Find a new way of being in each others lives

A way that is more complete, more satisfying – less

Ambiguous, a more sure way. I want that

Different and better way.

Stealing a few moments just the two of us. Things are

Easy between us now, calm – no pressure.

Blue skies, air warm – not hot, perfect as we walk

Along just enjoying each other’s company.

Sharing space, time, thoughts, feelings solidifying

The need for more.

Our minds racing towards the future, a future we dare

Not speak about out loud for fear that it won’t happen

Don’t want to be disappointed again. We take hands

And pray……

We’ve learned to be more patient. We’ve learned

To mark time. We’re learned to see old things in a new

Way.  We remember what was good between us.

Realizing that there may come a time when we

Won’t remember……times past lost to consciousness

No longer being able to conjure up precious memories

For now we hold onto each second just a little longer

Making sure that we savor the touch.

What if this is the last time………

No day is promised.  The frailty of life so prevalent

The fall of our lives – knowing that winter is coming

Just living each day, relishing each encounter with

eternity in view. No regrets

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