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