This is all I need, <br />right here. <br />Cold stable chair, <br />cold smooth table, <br />pointed walls pressing in, <br />warm angle at one side, <br />candles on the table, <br />all singing a sweet song <br />that fills my heart <br />and makes the hurt a little less. <br />It’s all I need, this room- <br />You. <br />Cold stable chair, <br />cold smooth table <br />and a book on Stalin <br />in the corner, pressing in. <br />“Bloody Git, ” you’d say <br />“Marx is wonderful, Stalin is filth.” <br />I smiled then, I smile now. <br />All I need is that smile, <br />That Voice. <br />Candles on the table, <br />singing beautiful song, <br />beautiful sounds <br />from cold, dead things. <br />Like walking in the cemetery <br />that one rainy day <br />when the whole world sang. <br />“Who wouldn’t want to be able <br />to fly? ” you asked me <br />“That’s just silly.” <br />Then I knew: you are me <br />In another body.<br /><br />Rebekah Gamble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simple-happiness/
