Love Poetry: Day of Reckoning

by John Anderson
(MI)

'I had to see her.
I had to talk to her.
To absorb the glow of her face as we tell each other our feelings.
Taking off her clothes, telling her I loved her, and seeing that crooked little smile telling me the same. Us knowing, without words, that all was good in our tiny corner of the world, because we had each other.

Her soft skin under warm covers and our twin bed never seeming too small.
Holding her all night, one heartbeat, one mass; two people. Watching her breathe, and knowing her dreams' sweetness.

We've missed each other these nights; she must not have seen me sleeping in my car, waiting for her to get home.
I've called but she's never home, and I think about all the things I'd say to her if only I could talk to her, if I could only see the face that has become my beacon, a candle in my heart, my soul's fabric, and my reason to live.

Last night, waiting for her to come home, I fell asleep on top of her mom's car.
Her mom, kind and gentle, like a mom to me, hiding the shock of seeing me lying on the cold metal hood, woke me up so she could leave for work. She told me her daughter rarely comes home anymore.

My gut sank, my insides spilling out of their borders. I knew then that I didn't have to guess any longer, or wallow in the black abyss of wondering.

And my horrible not knowing was touched gently with recovery.

I didn't have to stay up nights thinking anymore, wishing for death.

I knew.'


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