I yearn for
the things we will find when it is time
The love I hold
in my bed at night
The lives I
may have had created in such time
An accomplished
something or other in my field
Fully realized
and mostly happy with the life I have lived
I shall
write poetry of my wife and read it to her in our bed
She is
crying and tears run down her cheek and I kiss her and make love to her
Until the morning
comes
My child in
our bed waking us to the sun coming in our window
On this, the
most beautiful of days
I yearn for
this day
It haunts me
It soothes
me
For one day
it won’t be just words on the page but just the thing I say everyday and every
night
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