Sometimes, I like to think of the times when you
come home. A long trip, traveling, working
doing your thing; your daily routine of providing.
I can see you soak in a hot steamy tub.
Lying back, your muscles ache,
your mind is on fire, griped in its endless cycle of thought.
I値l sit on the side, sharing a little of your space.
I値l serve you whiskey, in a rocks glass;
three fingers deep, and neat.
I値l just look at you, and let you sparkle in the misty light.
You値l tell me about the dumb shit you had to overcome.
You値l tell me about all the fantastic shit that worked just right.
You値l tell me about the moments when only if a certain action
would have occurred, leading to the exact right reaction.
And then you値l layout your dreams, your plans for a tomorrow.
Things deeply set into broad future, of a day when all actions
will be equal to all reactions.
And I値l laugh when the telling is funny.
And I値l encourage when you need more hope.
But most of all, I値l just love you.
I値l always love you, even when I can稚.

Copyright ｩ 2004 Sara Coslett