On the Cusp of a Sneeze ..
You were once, as much a part of me
as the blue vein
which still passes through my neck
on the long
convoluted journey back to my heart ..
Yet, without you
and that constant pulse and flow, I may
as well be nothing ..
But while I still have breath, I shall
always be that
faint glimmer of golden light at the
end of all your
darkest tunnels, which now of course
surrounds your shadow ..
And yes, that barely discernible tremor
and deep sigh too
regardless, of whether you breathe deeply
or shallow, plus that tingle
in your nose, upon the cusp of a sneeze ..
Of course, I shall always
be the smell and the taste of your mother’s
home cooking
carried to you, on a cool welcome breeze ..
Indeed, I shall be
all things desirous, both protective
and bright ..
Like a heavy quilted down blanket on a cold
winter night ..
Yes, I like to think you might sometimes
remember things
such as these, contained in my promise to thee ..
Whenever you might
just be passing my love, occasionally maybe ..