Why You?

Today

I asked myself,

Why you?

 

Is it the curly curls, the beautiful eyes, the smooth throat, the nibbly earlobes…

 

Is it the silky voice, the infectious laughter, the ready with, the inimitable sense of humor…

 

Is it the vulnerability, the innocence, the charm, the evoking of a paternal instinct…

 

Is it the innate goodness, the moral strength, the consideration, the desire to do what is right..

 

And then I thought

Isn’t it enough

That I know

It’s you

 

How many of us –

How many many

Spend lifetimes looking for that elusive

Her and him

And never reach there

Isn’t it enough

That I know

It’s you

So why bother

Why you!

A Tear Wish

A Tear Wish

When the night is lonely

The music sweet…and of a time when we were together

I plunge..

Into the past

Reminded of

Those long telephone conversations

Where even the long silences were so so fulfilling.

When that uncontrollable laughter used to get at us.

The little barbs that we made at each other which amused us equally.

When the possessiveness for each other got funny.

A Tear forms slowly

Ever so slowly

At the corner of my eye

And rolls down my cheek.

And I pray to God

That you

Are happy

Even

If that means

That what I remember so vividly

You do no remember at all.

A Few Moments More

Moments

You knock on my door

And tell me to follow you

It’s time, you say

Time to leave

I realize I need a few moments more

I want to see her at least once

To touch her and feel if she is real

I need to hear her laughter once more, see her smile light up the room once more.

I need to take her small hand in mine when she is sleeping…and thank God once more

I need to kiss my girl on the corner of her lips once more, to lie snug with her once more

I need to see how the tulip bulbs I planted in the fall come out this spring

And if the leaves of the trees will be prettier this fall

I need to visit countries, continents.

I need to see all this world has got to show me.

Oh, there is so much I need to do!

Can’t we wait a bit?

Come, let’s wait a bit.

A few moments more.

A few days more.

A few months more.

A few years more.

The Sound Of Raindrops On My Roof

Raindrops

The sound of raindrops on my roof reminds me of you

The sound of raindrops on my roof is not like the sound of your voice – clear and sweet

The sound of raindrops on my roof is not like the sound of your fleeting footsteps through the corridor

The sound of raindrops on my roof is not like the sound of your infectious laughter that I’ve grown so used to.

Still

The sound of raindrops on my roof reminds me of you.