Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Visceral love

remember that spring day
when we sat on the
old pine bench
in Finley park

on top of the hill
overlooking the bay

we were new in our love
and everything was clear,

that day so long, long ago

when I saw the first buds
of a life built around
anticipation and wonder

and you

you, what were
you hoping for

time to stop
marching forward and for us
to remain in
a place of blooming
visceral love

oh, how I wished
that could have been so

then I would not have
to be the one to
close the door 

between us

missing the mom gene