We held hands just because and made love because we could.
Now, it is changed.
Taken for granted.
Kisses are dropped like raindrops on dry soil in drought.
Sex in the dark, under the covers, totally quiet.
Holding hands is a duty.
To cross a street and during prayers.
Touches exist as we pass in the kitchen or the hall.
Distractions abound in pets, or kids, or responsibilities.
Where did it change? Why?
You are so much a part of my life and my world,
And I need so much more.
More of what we used to be.
In the distant past.
Do you remember? Do you miss it, too?
I know I am not the woman you first loved.
I’m old and heavier.
I’m scarred and worn.
I’m silvered and lost.
Yet, my body yearns to be held
To be desired and to be wanted.
To be seen as beautiful.
When I get this, I am thankful.
I am not ashamed and I am grateful.
I am fortunate and found.
Am I selfish? Am I mean?
Is there something else I could do?
I like being happy. I like being warm.
I like sharing and being.
The person I am isn’t the one I was
I’ve grown beyond.
I need you and more.
Memories of yesterday
Reach into tomorrow to
Make new people today.
Thoughts melting into the words
‘Do you remember?’