Tag Archives: Love

Smile

Never again will your 
Smile greet me, broad
With delight, as if I 
Bring the bright light 
Home, giving me your
Sunshine for mine. It
Is a greeting I wish 
I could hold in real
Life, not just in my
Mind's eye, in memory
Never again will your
Love shine its welcome
Upon me as I turn the
Corner and catch your
Eye, as happy to see
You as to be seen and
Welcomed, a smile for
Every muttered I love
You, for each kiss you 
Accept, as pleased as 
You are pleased. Never
Again, only in memory
And dreams. I am glad 
For the memory of your 
Smile. It is all I have
This acknowledgement
Of our love.

Embraced

Is it love, or vanity that demands
You be faithful while I enjoy a flirt
Can you have my whole heart if
You hold a fraction of my attention
My freedom ringed by an embrace
Love should never be so absolute
As to exclude all other possibility.
Love is possibility, like an embrace
It encircles everything and holds
Firm the heart, held yet free, not to
Explore beyond the embrace but to
Soar in its inevitability, held free, 
Held fast, embraced, encircled in 
Love, exclusive but free to explore
Can you have my whole heart if
You hold a fraction of my attention
Is it love, or is it vanity holding us
Fast, faithful in love, free to soar

Because

You are not outside my window
Because
You are inside my home
Because
You are inside my heart
Because 
You are not outside
Because
You are inside 
Because
You are not outside
My window, my heart, my home
Because
You are my home
Because 
You will always be my heart
Because
You are not outside my window
Because
You will always be inside
My heart
Because
You are inside me

Summer night

When the night sky is so perfect
I yearn to share it, to say look as
I touch your cheek in the tender
Silence that is often the language
Of love. Intimacy needs no words
We caress those we love to urge
Them to see the beauty we know. 
Our caress is a whisper echoing
The perfection in the night that
Signals this is for you, we must
Share this. When the night is that
Perfect, that is when I miss you.
Under the perfect twilight sky, I
Miss you seeing the beauty we 
Knew, the quiet we shared, the
Perfect darkening sky on this or
That perfect summer night. This
Is for you. Look. I miss you.
I would have been wearing black,
In the traditions of a traditional 
Mourning, a widow decked head
To toe in the colors of loss. Months
Would pass like that, and my grief
Would be symbolized by my attire.
Without widow's weeds, the black
Of mourning is all on the inside, my
Inner self. Oh, nobody mourns all 
The time. I know that. I did not, I
Don't know, deserve the guilt I feel
For not being sad at this moment.
At every moment that passes, all
The moments in which I miss you,
Burt, but I am not mourning you 
All the time, full-time that is, I am 
But I am not sad as every moment
Passes, and I have all those great
Memories you gifted, you left me,
You bequeathed me. In them, I  
Miss you, but I am not sad, not in 
My widow's weeds as I might in 
The tradition of mourning have
Expected to be, I am remembering
You. I am remembering us.

Affirming

I am okay. I sleep.
This uttered in the
Middle of the night
Does not reassure
But perhaps affirms.
I am awake but I will
Find my way back to
Snoozing soon. This
Uttered in the middle
Of the night doesn't
Reassure but affirms.
I am okay. I sleep.
I slept. I did. This
Uttered in the light 
Of dawn reassures
And confirms I am
Okay. I welcome the
Light, as the dark is
Fading, has faded. I
Am awake to the joy
Of a new day. I am 
Okay and I miss him.

Missed

Missing the one who is missing
Is a way of finding him and also
A way of keeping him, a way of
Not losing him even if I know he
Is missing, gone, and I lost him
On that winter day, not a wintry 
Day, actually unseasonable for
The date, a day in winter, at the
End of February, the day he had
Passed from being by my side to
A state of memory and recall, a
Memory at every turn, always on
Call, but no longer here, missing

In March, after you’re gone

I mourn you now as the
Rites of your passing let
Me, permit me to mourn
You, completely, a little
At a time. Mourning, it's
A process, I say, a little at
A time but in all this time
I have mourned you, not
Completely but a little at
A time as I lost you, not
Completely, but a little at
A time. All this time when
You were still here yet not
Completely you, I mourned
You, losing you as I did, a
Little at a time. I mourned
Through laughter and tears
That never completely fall
As you slipped away, lost
To me, lost to yourself, you
Are gone now, passed from
This realm, no longer lost,
As you were when first I
Mourned you, yet lost to
Me. I will mourn you. Now

Truly. Deeply

This one is for Burt because I am lucky

It isn't surprising or unusual
That I love you. Everyone, if
They are lucky, loves at some
Point. Most of us crush on a
Boy in homeroom or chem.
Lab, and it might be poorly
Formed and not as mature as 
We think love should be, but
It's a start. When I found you 
I had gone beyond crushes; I 
Was old enough to know what
I wanted from life; who could 
Be my partner, friend, lover, and
Companion. I recognized you
Within my soul, at the bottom
Of my heart; you were my guy
In the way those crushes and
Excitements were not. I found 
You. It doesn’t surprise me that
I love you. It's how profoundly I 
Care that stops me in my tracks,
Melts my breath; that's unusual.