Poetry: Him

HIM
When she thinks of him she smiles

When he stands in front of her 

She sees him as an old man

Still standing there
That look in his eyes
In front of her, smiling
“Could he stay there, with me, that long?
Could I know him ‘till he goes gray?”
Sometimes I wish I could tell him “I love you”
But it’s still too early, only SUMMER
Instead I say “I was thinking of you”
Everyone wants to be thought of
I want to sleep with you!
The bed warm
I want to wake with you!
The next morning
Like the couple I think we could be
Is it too early to feel this?
Yes, it’s only FALL
Time continues hearts come closer
As the snow hugs the earth
Conversation over a meal
Sitting quietly watching a movie
Lying next to you listening to you breathe
It’s only WINTER and this life imagined…
In a year I’ll try to say “I love you”
Like a woman tries on a blouse
Like a young bird trying its wings
Like a child stacking blocks
Building a house, needing a home
I LOVE YOU
…and I’ll tell you in the SPRING

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Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws lives in the Pacific Northwest. She is a published poet, currently working on a series of short stories. For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interest include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions.

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