Zennie
Bluelighter
I could have written this
any day
anywhere and it
would have been the
same.
A year ago
touching your face
six months ago
laying together in
our bed or
tonight
alone.
It would have been
filled with
passion and warmth and
tenderness. Sometimes
tears and always
smiles.
Gestures and touches
kisses and sighs.
Words conveying only a
sliver of true
meaning.
But in the end,
writing with the only
words I know
I would say:
I love you.
any day
anywhere and it
would have been the
same.
A year ago
touching your face
six months ago
laying together in
our bed or
tonight
alone.
It would have been
filled with
passion and warmth and
tenderness. Sometimes
tears and always
smiles.
Gestures and touches
kisses and sighs.
Words conveying only a
sliver of true
meaning.
But in the end,
writing with the only
words I know
I would say:
I love you.
