I
am lying on the bed I bought after you asked me to leave.
Covering
up with the only blanket I took, that damn pooh comforter.
It
was that or the ruffled thing lying on the bed we shared, I never like anyway.
I’m
wearing the one thing of yours I took when I left, your shirt.
Not
the nightshirt you wore to bed but, the blue one you wore that looked like
mine.
No,
I didn’t take it by accident I knew it was yours; the smell of your cologne was
so thick I could have cut it with a knife.
Years
have gone by and I have washed it dozens of times but, I still smell you on it.
I
smell the night we lie in bed fully dressed exhausted from the trip with your
parents we were too tired to undress.
I
smell the day we went to the ballgame and you held my hand so tight my fingers
were blue. Yeah, I was afraid to let go
of you too.
I
was afraid if I let go you would leave and never return after all I never
understood why you loved me anyway.
I
could never see that man you looked at when I looked in the mirror.
I
saw only me, the disgruntled angry man who longed to find the peace you so
graciously offered me. I just couldn’t
seem to touch it myself.
We
were so close and yet so far away at least in my mind.
We
made those three heavenly angels I will never forget.
Each
little giggle I hear in my head reminds me of you.
Each
little twinkle in their eyes reminds me of the day I met you.
Each
touch of our daughter’s soft hands on my cheek reminds me of you.
Each
time I hear her call me Daddy, I hear you.
Each
time I hear the boy’s laugh I hear your voice.
Within
each every minute of my time with them, I can still feel like I belong.
It
is of course hard to forget the marriage we once shared. Our love, our breathes together.
The
way you pushed my face away from yours as I slept breathing hard into you.
Taking
each smell and sense of security you brought to me inside with each breath.
The
peace it brought to my sleep I can never explain.
For
in my mind as you already know the war rages on.
But,
with you and the kids in peace I belong.
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