you are the haunting of all my thoughts
in every sleeping and waking hour
you stalk my vault of memory.
I ‘saw’ you once and that sufficed
deep spoke unto deep. a bell was rung
a bell that could not be unrung
and long long after you first blessed my eyes
my dream holds of living beside you...
with you... joined yet separate...
I’ll tread taking care not to trip over
your cats and dogs and paints and easels,
while you take time off
to drink the coffee I brought up to you
and read yet another poem
I’ve written all about you.