To write of you now
With the tables turned
Your value increased as you drove
Out of range and I hated
Letting you go
But that’s what we do
And you are at war
As I sit asking answers
To unwanted questions
You fight for the cause
Respect, Love, Honesty and Boundary
I fight to stay awake…
To remember your smell;
For words without experience;
Can you feel these words tonight?
Knowing there is garlic on my breath
And a hand print on my face
From leaning in on this page
Prayers and hugs and laughs and tears
My selfish need for a friend
Reminds me that the distance is fact
But our love goes way beyond that
Extra garlic, extra cheese, hold the sprouts.