Saturday, February 10, 2007

A Lifetime of Sundays

My heart is the universal hand, pulling you back to me.
You're gone from my daily life.
I smell your pillow, hoping to catch your scent
My fingers are frustrated when they grasp only air
instead of hair over skin, skin over muscle.
But-I'd rather feel this chasm in my life
than try to fill it with someone less...you.

You've given me the improbable things I dreamed of:
laughter, desire, passion, learning, compassion, possibility.
You grabbed me tightly and I didn't struggle to get away.

Imagine a lifetime of Sunday mornings in which we can practice being
strong, vulnerable, satisfied but not complacent, more and less ourselves.
Imagine practicing patience and kindness in morning love, in afternoon calm.
I miss those hours in bed; there were no holes filled with unrequited yearning.
There were glances, kisses, embraces that grew hot and sweaty.
You filled me with you and I gladly accepted what you had to give.
This time we have apart will serve as a reminder of things to look forward to-
things like a lifetime of Sundays.