Your Valentine 2011
I smile, for I am carrying your aroma
as I walk about my busy day.
My thoughts crowding mundane concerns
into shadowed corners, where they wait
until I have been with you once more,
and been balmed by your spirit
so that my own finds rest.
How far would I walk
if my hand did not hold yours?
How would I survive without you
casting your shadow in my path,
challenging my ideas,
making me laugh,
how far would I get?
Likely nor far enough
to fall down the steps, alone.
I raise my collar to my nose,
that was where you lay your head last.
You are with me once more
and I can hear your voice, calling my name.
I quicken my steps, and head for home
where the word has meaning for me.