These little things...
If you like my poems, let them
walk in the evening, a little
Behind you
then people will say
"along this road i saw a
princess pass on her way to
meet her lover (it was
towards nightfall) with tall
and ignorant servants"
~ee cummings
She was beautiful tonight, and all I wanted was for her to know it. A red rose, gloss-candy lips, an old-fashioned dinner-and-a-movie and she was radiant with happiness. It made me smile. Sometimes the smile was worn on my lips, sometimes it russled like butterfly-wings in my stomach - sometimes it was both.
These simple things make her so happy. Sometimes while I'm off planning my grand let's-be-oh-so-rich plans, she is just happy that I complemented the way her hair falls straight down and then slightly inward to frame her face so gracefully. And that sweater fits you sooooo perfectly!
...These little things.
For the next few days these little things will be missing. No late-night phone calls, no daylight radiance and smiles. I will be missing her.
- - And all those little, beautiful things.
// jayse