Poem for her 542

Dear Readers,


17:17

The phone said the call lasted
The phone call was to you babe
The girl perfect in the mirror
Walking through the elevator
Standing in the parking lot
Standing with black on
Sitting with a hand of cards
Sitting nestled so close to me
Tasting that first egg with me
That meal on wheels and then some
Those hours on the phone as we nap
Those bits of days crafting things
The notes in a blue book many
The girl that is my dreams
The blonde tabby curled on me
Numbers on a clock full of you
Thoughts many and for you only
Lines of poems unwritten still
Kissing the night away till more


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.