I would like to think that it would be no different If you were really here with me Sharing the last of this red wine Our after dinner faces on And the long evening hours stretched out lazily in the corner
You would listen Just so Chin in hand Eyes bright in the candlelight That knowing smile drawn on your face
I would lean back in my chair And slowly rewind the newsreel adventure that was my day Fast forwarding though the commercials Pausing to narrate the highlights Making sure you took in all the good stuff
And when at last only the credits remain The echo of my words would bring me back here Up close with this moment This Truth And rising I would slowly blow out each candle And softly close the door on this room in my heart So filled to the rafters with everything that is you.
Susan John Ostheim