My Love


I had a glimpse twenty years ago,

And it felt so real that the tears rolled down my cheeks the morning after. 

The dream had been a moment of realism,

Of love so wide that I had known in that instant that somewhere was a person

Just for me.

I never saw his face, but I felt his warmth and was so content in that embrace 

That when I woke up and felt the cool sheet next to me

My heart broke in the abscence of that warmth.

Today, I celebrate a birthday for this man. He’s everything I dreamed of and so much more.

He’s my friend, my companion, the father to our small yard apes. He’s home to me, and where I want to grow old.

Happy birthday, my love 


One response to “My Love”

  1. I love the way you write…I can see and feel it all. ..keep writing!! I keep looking for more 🙂 Death of a Fighter is wonderful! My Love is beautifully written. I look forward to reading more thank you for sharing