When I wake alone in the early a.m., do I <br />think of you? Do I think of the way you <br />use to kiss me awake? Do I think of <br />you laughing as I begged for another <br />five minutes sleep? Every second...of <br />every morning...I think about you. <br /> <br />As I shower, do I think of you? Do I think <br />about the way you'd jump in with me-laughing, <br />throwing your arms around me? I can never <br />take another shower...without wishing that <br />could be again. I can not tell you...how much <br />I have wept...in our shower. <br /> <br />Do I think of you as I dress for work? How could <br />I not think of your snuggling behind me and <br />helping me with my tie? How can I not think <br />of you kissing the back of my neck? So many <br />times...our getting undressed...and late for <br />work-again. <br /> <br />Do I think of you on my drive to work? The car <br />radio-a curse. Hundreds of songs-especially <br />'our songs' remind me of you. <br /> <br />The food that I eat...the places I go...the people I <br />see...a million memories-it's you. All of it...you. <br /> <br />I look forward to the night. I look forward to sleep. <br />In sleep...I meet you in my dreams. I hold you... <br />kiss you...tell you how much I miss you...love you. <br /> <br />All my tomorrows are the same. Like a blind man, <br />I stumble through the day...waiting for the night. <br /> <br />The night...belongs to us. Let there be a time <br />when it is night...forever. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-shower-of-tears/
