Beyond Until


Acupuncture wiped me out.
I said no errands today. I’m
going straight back to

editing my great American
novel. But I was more than
half way to Trader Joe’s.

Got almond butter, coffee,
almonds. Forgot my special
tea. My regular tea will do.

My sweet muse, can you tell?
I’m writing about my day
but thinking of you.

Drug store and then home.
Now mid-afternoon, I made
lunch. My phone dinged.

My sweet muse, can you tell?
I wanted it to be you. May
I say it again? It is so true.

Every letter of your texts
love me and touch my heart.
I can feel every tap.

The phone dinged that two
packages were delivered to
the mail room. Not so. One.

The game of wait-and-see
begins. So, as I looked at the
clock I decided I needed a

late afternoon cup of tea.
Hot and sweet. Should bring
me back from the living dead.

My sweet muse, can you tell?
My tea made me think of
you, but you’ve had a hard

day. Feet ache, headache,
heartache, you texted. Hot
bath and bed for you.

My sweet muse, can you tell?
If I were there, I’d rub and
kiss the ache away.

I have no doubts that our
friendship was true love all
these years. Can’t go back.

I know. But I’d rewrite that
line. You know the line I’m
talking about.

“We are connected in love
forever, but must remain a
touch apart until…”

O my very dearest, I couldn’t
get past the “until” or end
it there! We won’t end.

I will love you always and
beyond until.

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