Poem
Transcription
Love is carefree concentration
the maze of ways I memorize you
without consideration, making
a ghost of you that stays in me
sipping coffee, drinking tea
whispering what you'd be thinking, now
laughing at the jokes, encoded so
only you and I can understand,
reaching under the table to touch my hand,
a procession of quiet minutes far removed
from this parade of loud hours-
the clock on the wall by the fireplace
never moves, having finally found
an escape from years of tired circles,
a place it cares to stay.
Love is carefree concentration
the maze of ways I memorize you
without consideration, making
a ghost of you that stays in me
sipping coffee, drinking tea
whispering what you'd be thinking, now
laughing at the jokes, encoded so
only you and I can understand,
reaching under the table to touch my hand,
a procession of quiet minutes far removed
from this parade of loud hours-
the clock on the wall by the fireplace
never moves, having finally found
an escape from years of tired circles,
a place it cares to stay.