Never close enough
Forty-ish, divorced mom of two,
tired hands and back, as she creeps
up the stairway each
afternoon at three.
Worn, and bent from lifes peculiar
lessons in love, and loss.
A familiar pace that she makes for
herself each morning, and afternoon.
She smiles at me, and in that moment,
as if my camera is rolling...I capture the
face that time has wrinkled, and the
eyes that pain have scarred.
With minds mental lead, I quickly sketch
what I see, then later, she becomes a part
of my thoughts as I wonder...
...How long has it been since happiness
camped in her heart?
Barely twenty-one, young, vibrant
and full of oats to sew,
He rushes up the walkway each
afternoon at three.
Only a few brief moments before
his shift at the gas station begins, his face
in need of good wash, and his mind
in need of some promise that what
he is doing is really worth it.
...His young bride waits at home,
with a tiny miracle that neither of
Two lives made another life,
two jobs to hold the fort down,
and survive this wind that seems
to rock their tiny boat madly about
the sea of a life that neither was
planned nor prepared for.
...He glances my way, and though
I do not say it aloud, as our eyes meet
I tell him, "You are doing the right thing."
...My inner camera flashes, and I save
his image in my dark room,
of thoughts to remember.
Just as I am telling these stories to my muse,
I see him.
Full of reason, and substance, and self-assurance
he takes his steps with a laid-back style that is
all his own.
I feel my heart skip a beat, just as it did the first
time that I laid eyes on him. His head tilted away
from the sun, eyes squinting...he sees me,
and he smiles.
Once again, he steals my heart, and in my mind
I recall two sad stories that met each other
and found love and life within the other.
He nears me, tired from a days work,
exhales deeply at the long walk behind him
and opens the door, and slides his work worn
body in beside me, and turns gently...
"I missed you today" he says sweetly,
and a thousand waves crash a thousand shores
as my heart turns to a mysterious liquid under
the sound of his voice.
"We are together now." I tell him, and lean into
his moist body, and place a kiss on the five o'clock
...even though it's only
three in the afternoon.
[This message has been edited by timothysangel1973 (08-28-2003 11:13 PM).]