The Book of 'Us'

On the first page of the book of ‘us’,
about a quarter of the way down
there is writing in the margin —
a notation about a word beginning with “L”.
At the time, 
you were surprised I left it there.

A little further down,
a tear stain makes me smile
when I run my fingers over it.
That surprised you too,
but it was the most precious tear ever shed
and it deserves to be preserved
between the covers
of our book.

You say I’m sentimental —
a hopeless romantic,
and you haven’t a romantic bone
in your body —
but much of this book is written
in your hand.
Maybe it’s just a bunch of words,
but every one is dear to my heart

I flip a page, then the next, 
reading through the mixture 
of joys and sorrows,
longings and passion; losses and comforts;
setbacks and fulfillments;
wishes, hopes, fantasies and dreams
that have been woven together
in this journal
then I slide under my blanket
in the linger of your warmth,
pick up my pen,
and prepare to write
the next page.



february 2011 

  



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ January 15, 2011 ~ Di