I live alone within myself
like a heart within the woods
I keep my heart high upon the shelf
barren of other goods
I need anothers arms to reach for it
and place it where it belongs
I need anothers touch and smile
to fill my heart with songs.
Author~ Rod Mckuen
Missing you
could turn from
pain
to
pleasure
if only I knew
you
were missing me to.
I have loved you
in so many ways
in crowds or all alone.
When you were sleeping beside me.
When you were away
and I imagined others watching you in the street
or worse--you in other people's arms.
I have seen the march of beach birds and loved you.
I have lent myself to summer sun and loved you.
And seeing naked trees
and raising my collar to the wind
and counting minutes till chartered hours were there
I have loved you.
And the questions never asked.
The answers learned at love's expense.
I've promised myself.
I will not ask where you have been tonight
I'll only say hello
and hope.
I stood watching
as you crossed the street
for the last time.
Trying hard to memorize you.
Knowing it would be important.
The way you walked,
the way you looked back over your shoulder at me.
Years later
I would hear the singing of the wind
and the day's singing would come back.
That time of going would return to me
every sun-gray day.
April or August it would be the same
for years to come.
Man has not made the kind of bromide
that would let me sleep without your memory
or written erotically enough
to erase the excitement of just your hands.
These long years later it is worse
for I remember what it was
as well as what it might have been.