~
*Why is it every thought
I have is of you?
Waking this morning
you were there
lying next to me,
your smile starting my day,
when I was the only one there.
My first cup of coffee
I shared with you,
on the patio as
bird song filled the air,
and I was alone.
The sunrise, beautiful
pastel ribbons painting
the northern horizon
I pointed out to you,
but you were a thousand
miles away.
And even now as
I write this poem,
I do so because like
every other moment
of my life, you are with me
even though you are not.
Why is it every thought
I have is of you?
Because I love you*
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
~
*Why is it every thought
I have is of you?
Waking this morning
you were there
lying next to me,
your smile starting my day,
when I was the only one there.
My first cup of coffee
I shared with you,
on the patio as
bird song filled the air,
and I was alone.
The sunrise, beautiful
pastel ribbons painting
the northern horizon
I pointed out to you,
but you were a thousand
miles away.
And even now as
I write this poem,
I do so because like
every other moment
of my life, you are with me
even though you are not.
Why is it every thought
I have is of you?
Because I love you*
No matter what
