Saturday, December 1, 2012

On being sick in bed

It's being sick in bed
that makes one feel the most lonely,
where the last time, before, your
hands and eyes and gentle care
would cover like a coverlet,
when warmth and "anything you need?"
was brought within range of my arms,
including you.
I'm not sure what it is about aches and pains,
The can't-get-out-of-bed, uncomfortable kinds,
that bring back memories of softer,
loving times,
but one always wishes the buttons on those
memories wouldn't be pressed,
and that the aching, longing feeling
in my warm and shivery body
wouldn't be matched or outrun by
the aching, longing feeling
of my sad and shivery heart.

1 comment:

babyblueeyed girl said...

i comptly understand and feel you