I Remember – Every Moment of Comfort

I remember….

The soft kiss on your lips

…awake but for a moment

I watched you as you settled

…perhaps back to a dream

Dark skies outside of our window

…a lengthy day of travel ahead for me

Two heavy cases; packed and waiting

…many miles to be covered

Endless hours of passing clouds

…followed by waiting and lines

A cold sterile hotel room

…each one different, but still the same

The pristine white double bed

…flat, uncomfortable, and foreign

How I long to abandon this journey

…take off my shoes and coat

Slip back between the warmth

…my skin touching your skin

Your soft breathing my only focus

…drowsiness from languishing comfort

Our legs intertwined as they always are

…exchanging energy in our dormancy

And yet, I falter and glance at the time

…the hour of action suddenly upon me

With sadness, I take a mental snapshot

…as I’ve done so many times before

My clearest recollection of you

…holding it tightly until I return

In a moment, I’ll be missing you

…missing every flutter of your eyes

The soft caress of your fingers

…the curve of your hips

How you look deep into my eyes

…always bringing out the best in me

Without ever speaking a word

…often leaving me in wonderment

And filling me with an amazing peace

…calming my trepidations, however small

Your words whisper to me so often

…as I remember every moment

Every second we shared together

…the clock counting down the minutes

Until the you and I are reunited

…becoming the we, we’re meant to be

Have I told you today how much I love you

…not only the magical words

But the emotion and pure beauty

…your bring to me and the world

How my existence became living

…once you entered my life

My dreams grew into a reality

…and my reality into an epic romance

A dance without the need of music

…rest without sleeping

Passion shared in a single look

…our two spirits sharing a single soul

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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