I Never Think Of You

I would said I never think of you

Yet as I speak those words

I am

You are still everywhere

Because you are still in me

The air I breathe blonged to us

The sky I see was ours

The place I drove by was where we met

Over there we had our first date

Your mom and dad were home when I passed there place

I saw your brother at lunch

This is the short cut we would take

I kept that shirt for twenty years

We used to talk for hours

Then say nothing for several more

That picture I kept still calms me down

You said I love you first

I was over joyed

I would say I never think of you

When the opposite is true

There Once Was A Time

  

My hand seemed to fit perfectly for her. Thumb resting just before her ear. Fingers spread wide sunk beneath her hair. Softly I could guide her face to me until her eyes were  in that perfect place. There I would drink her in until overflowing.

  Silently we would remain this way. Enthrolled in each others presence. Words had no value. All which could be said flawlessly flowed from myself to her then her to me. Time had no meaning. There was no universe beyond our space. All that could be, was.

  Eventually my head would rest upon hers. Nose touching nose. Eyes closed. I would breathe as she exhaled so she could fill my soul. Her hand often rested upon my heart. She enjoyed allowing the beat of hers to match mine. Hours would pass as slowly we merged into one. Neither she nor I. Only us.

  We were young. Love was new. Neither she nor I had felt so much from another. Boundaries regarding how much to give had not been taught by lifes cruel twist. So we gave. We opened our souls and gave all there was. Everthing within me I poured into her during these moments as she did me.  It was honest, sincere, unhindered, all giving and all taking in equal portion.

  These were times of remarkable beauty. A gift which remain part of me forever. There once was a time, magic found me.

This Is Not Poetic

  
   No. Not tonight. Just arriving home from a long weekend in Savannah. I am exhausted. My body hurts every where. My brain hurts. My skin hurts. Finishing a deal on a house and bought my oldest a car for her second year at SCAD. Back up a bit to the house. Some of you who have followed me, hold on! I am moving back in with my wife. Yes. Yes, I know. Scary. I am additionally putting my house on the market. Had considered holding on to it, but no. Going to give this one last try. 

  That said. A buddy from childhood house sat for me and my zoo of pets while I was gone. He had pulled out our high school senior yearbook. It was laying on my bed. I opened it up and immediately there she was. (She not being my wife. She being my first love. Who I never really let go of.) Worse, there the both of us were in a picture together. It was a club picture. Everyone was being normal and we were jumping in the air. All smiles. It all came flooding back. I remember it clearly although it had been locked away for 30 years. I, we, were so happy. Giddy happy.

  I am beginning to hope the parallel universe theory is correct. Hopefully. Somewhere or when. We never stopped being us. We continued on jumping and laughing. We got older and married. Had kids. Dogs, cats, bunnies, pigs, horses. Right now we are in bed. Looking at the yearbook together. Laughing. Wondering who else is still as happy as us. 

  That is not my universe. Here. Now. I have not talk to her in over a year. After not having talked to her in over twenty before we connected on yes Facebook. When we did talk it was just as easy. Just as natural.  Just as wonderful as ever. However, she has a wonderful husband. Four amazing kids. While my life is a train wreck. So. I said goodbye and unfriended her.

  I still wish she was part of my life. She has an amazing way of just setting me at ease. However, I have become comfortable with what we had being the past. What ever it was. I did not make it. What I have now and have had for twenty six years is far from perfect. It is barely a relationship. Yet it is what I have. Maybe it is all my fault. Maybe, maybe I have been holding on to first love way way way to long. Not maybe. Definitely. 

  So here I go. Giving my marriage one more run. No outside interference. Lets see what happens.