Where are you?
is not a question
I need to ask.
I know.
You are right there,
dancing like you did that time
to make me laugh so hard
I ached to breathe.
Sitting beside me as I pasted together
my life from scraps and bits,
until it resembled something I needed.
When I finished,
you swept the leftovers into one hand
and tossed them out.
There you are.
Nestled under my left breast,
beating in my heart.
Always.
You are always there.
oh! so, so lovely.
ReplyDeleteAfter the day with the kids pushing every button I have, I needed this little bit of peace to think about. Thanks!
ReplyDeletekari: Thank you friend. As soon as I hit post I wondered if it was just too dopey.
ReplyDeleteliagw: I SO know about those buttons. So does my son. As my husband says, "of course he pushes your buttons. He put them there."
I love it!! it just hits the spot and luckily i have a few people that fit into this poem. thanks for sharing! :)
ReplyDeletemmm.. i love it.
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