I’m glad you finally recognized
Yourself, Woman of Substance

You have a way of thinking any
Platitudes I lay upon your heart
Have motives behind them.
I would argue my track record
Augurs otherwise, and besides,
In those quieter wisdom moments
That you absolutely love in me
I have always been right.

It occurred to me, though
That me telling you what
I always knew wouldn’t
Mean diddly if you
Didn’t see it yourself
In whatever mirror
You happened by

And if it took a bunch of
Callous bedbugs to
Help you find the essence
Of your soul
Then I say, whatever works
Is fine with me.

I miss talking to you
Knowing the conversations
Will light mutual fires.
I always said you owned a key to
The attic in my heart. Consider that in
The ensuing years I have only
Tried to repay the favor.

Substance indeed!
Beauty deep and wide
On the surface and
Below the waves

Finally seeing
What I always saw;
Knowing it gives us endless
Reams to talk about
And
Endless poems to write

03/27/2011

Posted on 03/27/2011
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