Gentle hands brush an infants cheek, she doesn’t stir, tiny eyes flutter, little lips murmur in a slumber secret language, but its you I see right now, in the dim cradle light I see you more clearly then a sunlit window, painting your face soft honey golden, you’re a gentle whisper, thoughts too quiet for the walls to hear, a fireside on my cheek, blush of berries on thanksgiving, and apple pie steaming on the counter, reassuring glances, I'm terrified and trembling. You inspire hope in me, thoughts of family playing together in a green photograph park, children tumbling at our feet, and that look I’ve waited all my life to see, that look on your face.
My eyes meet yours in a shy collision and they whisper in a language I can feel resting on my shoulders, hear humming in my ears, a love that’s always leaning on my shoulder as we walk. Knees clatter as we sit… after all this time you still give me goose bumps, until the grave Dear, you’ll make my tummy do tricks until the day I die.
And when that day comes you will sing to my grave overgrown with vines and flowers, and stare out the window on rainy days and imagine you can almost see my green coat disappearing into the mist. I was always too reckless for my own good, we both knew I would go first. But it doesn’t ease the throbbing. Oh and every muscle aches to chase that memory, but just sigh Love, and hold your coffee a little tighter, its really my hand warming yours. Sleep in an empty bed, but I'm only in the kitchen Dear, just getting a midnight snack, ill be right back, so soon you wont have time to miss me…
And how we’ll dance then! They’ll be embarrassed at us, We’ll run and jump around like little children and yell and cry, just collapse there and weep, that sort of joy that can only be expressed with those ridiculous tears. I can feel it rising. Hope that things will be okay. Darling we’ll be okay.