March 31, 2013

  • to remember

    the soft warmth, the slight pressure of your body as you sleep, pressed against my back...

    the joy that fills me as you would read my words and smile...

    standing at the sink, passing the dishes as they get washed, no words, just a fleeting touch, and a spark that opens my heart... again...

    the look in your eyes as I'd give you something you hadn't expected, something that I had been able to make with these hands, this heart...

    so much to remember

     

     

    so much...

     

     

    to dream