Sunday morning poetry. Church; my words, spoken to me, shared lovingly to and with you. Second chance to make it right every Sunday for a year. Valentine’s Day today.
Don’t ever forget I love you.
For a moment and a day
you are the lover
I wait for in every particular way.
Not for the world to understand
or solely for your sake
not strictly for our pleasure
but my chance to be awake.
Sitting on a park bench
holding hands before the crowd
who singly walk past
thinking I understand their unconscious thoughts out loud.
We are forever
marking our place in this world
that I wouldn’t have in any other fashion
even if I could.