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Yes, dear, I do

Do I miss you, darling?

You, of all people, know.

You know I miss you,

And, even, I’ll bet, how

Deeply I miss you. It is

Intense, this absence of

Yours. Yes, I miss you,

Dear. Yet, also, I live my

Life, a life different from

The one we shared, the

One I miss when I say I miss you, darling, so

Much. I […]

Yes, dear, I do

Today and always

For Burton P.

I know nothing about love,
Its chemistry, its molecular
Substrata, I know only the
Feelings of joy that linger
In its shadow, in its aura, in
The smile, and in the soul.
I know nothing of its physics,
Its reasoning, its intricate
Deliberations. I know only
My joy at your touch, a joy
That lingered through the
Years when the physicality
Of love-making vanished as
If vaporized by the changes
In your mind and body. I know
That love stayed in your heart.
I know it remains in mine.

I miss you

I miss his touch
Let me make that
More personal, I
Miss your touch
I feel your presence
All around me all
The time but I don't
Feel your hand on
Mine. Your caress
Thrilled me even, when
Weakened, your 
Body could not. I
Miss so much of 
You, who thrilled
Me, even when lost
Or confused, you 
Could not find me
Although I was there
Standing vigil by
Your side, no longer
Lying in your arms
Where I knew I 
Belonged and long
Now to be. To be
With you, to be 
Yours. To be touched
By you, and held
And comforted
I miss your touch.
I miss you. I know
You know that. 
That's a comfort, but
Still, I miss your touch

Dear one,

My heart is constant
Even as the weather
Blows hot and cold, as
Moody as any feckless
Lover, changeable as
A young man's fancy 
In the spring, faithless
As it rummages in my
Wardrobe, tugging at
Wintry coverings one
Day, pulling out lighter
Garb the next, windy
Or ill-tempered, warm
And endearing on an
Afternoon with hope
And promises. I hold
Steadfast, unmoving
In the shifting storms,
My heart full of love
And memories

Revisit

Memories of you are
Kicking around in
My thoughts, revisiting
The places we loved,
Where we were in love,
Where you and I, in love,
Walked, where we sat, we
Were everything to each
Other, where we were in
Love, lovers. Sweetheart,
Whereever I am, I relive
The us of us, the you and
Me of yesterday and today
We are still you-and-me,
In love and loving. I am
Always

Thinking of you

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.

Mourning

I will mourn you when
You're gone, and those
Rites of your passing 
Allow my grief out from
The volcano the furnace
The seismic pressure
I am holding together
While you live each day
As less of who you are
Diminished, diminishing 
Lost but still here, still
Mine, not fully mine, and
Not always lost. Still
Funny, silly, bitter, and 
Yes, still sweet. My love
No longer the helpmate,
The lover, the champion
Of our lives. Still lost. I
Will mourn you now and
Then. I will mourn. Now

[Originally written May 27, 2024, but posted in November 2024]