the universe reminds me of you
or do i simply see you in everything
that is how my mind works
working always back to you
•
sometimes i don’t know what to do
with my hands when we are apart
fingers stiff with age and overuse
reaching for you under covers
•
there scrawled in concrete your initials
sending my mind working and reaching
i clench my hands feeling the tightness
of knuckles and the loneliness of fingertips
•
you do not have to lie there
your arm extended across my chest
but when you turn to me under covers
i am there waiting and longing to be
•
the universe reminds me of you
or do i simply see you in everything
that is how my mind works
working always back to you
—P.L. Thomas
