Wednesday, April 2, 2008

fence sitting.

I never noticed,
not until now
how soft you hair feels to my touch

it's strange, the days
gone by since we met
and I never noticed how you heal my heart

I know you well,
it seems not by chance
you are all that I yearn for in life

how will I feel
if I never say
and act as though I never noticed?

1 comment:

Candace said...

i miss friday night dinners.
i like your poem.