Late December.....
For Todd (not the one on FU),
Original by Tansy Peschel
I am standing at the waters edge
My bare feet digging into to wet sand.
In my hand I am holding a wet stick
Sand clinging to the point…
As far down the beach as I can see,
Our names…are together
In as many ways as I could put them.
Yours first, with a heart…always linked…
The wind is pulling a my sweater
My hair is a wild tangled mess,
My oversized sunglasses block
The blowing sand, the end of the day glare.
The tide is coming in faster,
Closer…My rolled up jeans are getting wet,
And the cold is into my bones,
But what I feel is the empty place in my heart…
What I long for is peace,
Knowing you live with me still,
In my memory,
Always with your arms around me.
The kisses that lasted forever.
Your caress down my arms
Across my tattoo,
Your breath in my ear…
Lost in memories
I do not notice the water is now at my toes.
Our names have washed away
As many before and more after, will as well.
I do not feel his presence behind me
Until his hand is on my back.
I turn towards him, but can't look up,
He lets my tears fall freely…
I wonder at his patience,
In giving me time to let go
Of a dream that was over
So long ago…
I take his hand and walk away, again...
