I wish I had a nickel <br />for every time I think of you <br /> <br />watching TV in your creaky chair, <br />chin parked on your chest, <br />'... not sleeping, just resting <br />my eyes for a minute...' <br /> <br />or with your brows furrowed, <br />chasing an errant whisker <br />through the lather <br />on the stranger in the mirror, <br /> <br />or your gnarled hands working leather <br />and the amazing precision <br />of your intricate designs, <br />considering the size of those hands, <br /> <br />or you secretly watching me <br />from across the room, <br />... and me secretly catching you <br />secretly watching me, <br /> <br />or your gentle touch <br />when you pass my chair, <br />just because you're glad I'm here. <br /> <br />Love is measured <br />in so many little minutes. <br />It's important we not miss them, <br />who knows, <br />life might be metered in hours. <br /> <br />It isn't really about the nickels, <br />... but it would be fun <br />to see the almighty pile of coins.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nickel-for-thoughts-of-you/
