21 September 2007, 7:06 AM
You’re there typing, and I
stand here watching, wondering
where you came from. I don’t know
if there’s anything I could have done
to deserve this solace,
if deserving even falls within
the calculation, or if life unfolds this way
for each of us, revealing
what we’ve longed for most only
when we cease to search so madly.
But I’ll take this quiet moment,
when the day has only just begun and you
are too absorbed in writing to notice
that I’m watching, admiring, loving you
from the kitchen counter, wondering
where on earth I’ve left my coffee.
3 comments:
beautiful, simply beautiful. You brought tears to my eyes.
I've linked to this poem on my blog. I had to share it. So beautiful.
I love this poem!!! I love the profound thoughts about having such a wonderful person in your life all within the context of something mundane such as wondering where you left your coffee.
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