Lying on the Bed

Lying on the bed you are poetry
waiting to be written
but I stare at you not
in search of poem.
I am memorizing each line
and every curve.
I am acquainting myself
with every strand of your hair.
The warmth of your lips,
the taste of your skin.
Practicing not being with you,
I close my eyes to test
if I can think of you in detail
so I won’t miss you.
And I would crave for you
only when I am
wide awake.

Lying on the bed you are a song
waiting to be sung
but I listen to you not
in search of song.
I am pondering the rhythm
of your heartbeat.
I am meditating on
each bursting note
that fills the silence
when you toss and turn.
The humming
and the whispers as you dream.
So I may always hear you
in my mind
wherever I may go.
And I could just pretend
that you are there
with me.

Lying on the bed you are a lifetime
waiting to be lived
but I gasp for air without thought
for the next breath.
I am living only
for each final moment
when I can still embrace
the here and now
before I go. And you,
lying on the bed,
you are my life
And I am alive only
while we’re still together
Let me live this moment
and leave to fate
the ever after
not knowing when
or if I shall be
with you again

Copyright ©2006 Ronnie C. Cabañes
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