6/28/09

nothing else

I try to tell you things,
and you try to listen,
as you worry about the gaps
in our conversation,
worry about what we're missin',
and I remind you,
yet again,
that the music is really
the spaces between the notes,
and you get all misty on me,
and we wind up drinkin' too much wine,
and we spend the whole mornin'
just laughin'
and kissin'
and I realize
with my own eyes
that I need nothing else.



June 28, 2009, for the Wifey.

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