Dec 2019
WHEN YOU KNOW THE NEXT KISS
When I see you, I see me.
When I see you slowly getting
older, I see myself doing the
same.
You are my mirror. Your
wrinkles are my wrinkles. When
your hair slowly grows grey, mine
iis slowly greying too.
On any given day, I am oblivious
to this synchronicity. I am sure I
am your mirror, too, but, like me,
you say nothing.
We have, by now, spent years,
decades, making love, laughing,
eating, taking trips together, holding
each other until the tears stopped
flowing.
We are, as it were, parallel partners
on a long, long journey, the end of
which neither of us knows.
So kiss me many, many times,
and when you know the next kiss
will be your last, keep your lips
pressed against mine, forever.
Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
When I see you, I see me.
When I see you slowly getting
older, I see myself doing the
same.
You are my mirror. Your
wrinkles are my wrinkles. When
your hair slowly grows grey, mine
iis slowly greying too.
On any given day, I am oblivious
to this synchronicity. I am sure I
am your mirror, too, but, like me,
you say nothing.
We have, by now, spent years,
decades, making love, laughing,
eating, taking trips together, holding
each other until the tears stopped
flowing.
We are, as it were, parallel partners
on a long, long journey, the end of
which neither of us knows.
So kiss me many, many times,
and when you know the next kiss
will be your last, keep your lips
pressed against mine, forever.
Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He just finished his first novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH..
