You are with me

for CJC - 2024   click for print version

You are with me now.

I fall asleep thinking of you;
I wake thinking of you.
Between,
I dream of you.

Whenever mail calls
I wish it’s you calling me
for my always fond attention.
Whenever my eye flits glancingly
on the list awaiting reply,
it’s yours alone
I seek.

When excited
by some discovery
or invention of my restless mind,
my compelling motivation
is to share immediately
with you

Quiet moments
spontaneously fill themselves
with verse
flowing rapidly to completion
unprompted
other than by your presence
always with me.

Is this love?
If not why not?
If not then what label
may I apply to my condition?

Fixation? Obsession? No.
Many other thoughts
come and linger
in my mind.

Infatuation?
That came and went
when we were younger.
No longer novelty to each other,
that word no longer fits
our growing bond.

Loneliness then
or maybe boredom
with sights and sounds
well engraved into my head?

Yet I take pleasure both
from new things,
and familiar.

Friends,
acquaintances,
and fresh encounters
spice each day’s passing
with contacts and
connections.

Thus,
having searched and found
neither better term
nor contradiction,
love
is what I call it -

that all enveloping,
deeply warming
feeling in me
must mean
I love you.