I never tell
Someone that I
Love them in
Order to
I simply tell
Someone that I
Love them because
I do
It’s the quietest
Gift to give
Yet the one
That is never
Cast aside
Though often regifted
I never tell
Someone that I
Love them in
Order to
I simply tell
Someone that I
Love them because
I do
It’s the quietest
Gift to give
Yet the one
That is never
Cast aside
Though often regifted
The day starts
Here sleepy like
A dewy pasture
In Wisconsin full
Of calling birds
Lovers stir slowly
Like cream in
A hot cup
Of coffee being
Absorbed in my
Arms like a
Letter in envelope
Music begins to
Play in the
Flat next to
Me caressing my
Ears like your
Fingers did outside
That cafe in
Barcelona when you
Told me that
You loved me
When we met
You were like
My first bike
Full of wee
And ahh as
We rode over
Hill and valley
Then after time
You were like
The small boat
I used to
Paddle about my
Life and now
You’re like the
Smoky and smooth
Whiskey that I
Slowly sip before
I retire for
The night making
Me all cozy
Sometimes I feel
Like that one
Expensive dress oggled
By wished for
Even slipped into
Twirled and imagined
The what if’s
Then returned back
To the rack
Never to be
Owned to be
Cherished to be
Something special for
That one person
Instead always just
Here fodder for
Someone else’s imagination
Again we fought
You sitting there
In pain as
Though my words
Were carving out
Your heart inch
By inch your
Tears bleeding as
Though I nicked
An artery me
Cupping them and
Trying to save
You putting them
Back into eyes
Taking you into
My arms like
A frightened child
Comforting you assuring
That this nightmare
Will pass soon
Returning us to
Daydreams we are