I snapped awake. Maybe it was the
sound of traffic. The sun would be
up any minute. Maybe it was you.
Some of our differences surfaced
in texts yesterday. What is really
I shaved, cleaned up, thinking of
the day ahead. I opened up all the
blinds to let the light and sun in.
I learned this week that the coffee
wasn’t bad; it was the water. Toxic
water makes toxic coffee.
Toxic differences? I won’t allow it.
I took a bite of buttered toast;
I thought of you.
No dysfunction. (That’s new!) No
abuse (That’s a relief). Simply love.
Unchanged by time or place.
Unfiltered by our differences it is
simply the sweetest love.
I took a sip of hot coffee with a touch
of milk and hazelnut creamer. I could
only think of you.
If you were sitting here with me, I’d hold
your hands, look straight into your eyes,
and tell you that I refuse to give power
to our differences! I chomped on a
piece of salami. Thoughts of you became
more sensual over the next few bites!
I had to close the verticals a bit; the sun
was blinding. I tried to read. Didn’t work.
I thought of you more. I won’t let you go.
Another bite of toast; another bite of you.
Another sip of coffee; another sip of you.
The sun moved on but not my thoughts
of you. You are more important to me than
the ebb and flow of love or differences. My
love for you will always be greater than
the sum of our differences. It is up to us.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)