Poem for her 222

Dear Readers,


Press one for more options,


The voicemail voice intones
Or Press one for more options.

I say,
I am pressing one for more options.
Then I say,
......Something
.......More things
....Even something different

I never pick the same things twice
Or not often enough to make them
Sound bland over time

I want to tell her so many things
I never have enough time
To say them all
Even when I have all of her attention
Turned to me

I just lace my fingers into hers
And say nothing at all
Because words aren't needed then
When she is sitting there
In my hands
Only her there
Is the best case
The time to say
Nothing
But

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.