Thanksgiving 2012

all the people came

the people went.

      but i never saw her there.

all the bright tinfoil and heavy glass lids,

          but never the brightness of her eyes or the heaviness of her stare.

this is me,

         wanting of you

                  this is me

                          thinking of you

                                  and wishing

        you were there.

.. all the people came

….. and all the people went…

…………..but not one a passerby

  with the heaviness of her scent. 

not one touch.

not one hour.

solidify the mash.

Sweeten the sour.

not one inch,

whether ran or crept,

was more than what her smile’d correct……

I miss her heel, I miss her step.

her conversation, her smile of depth.

…oh my Love I will forever know! and Oh my Love I will never forget………..

Whether near or whether far, whether in darkness or whether lit………

… That once,

                     you and I,

                                   found Love.

 LLH