(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
Like an early morning tied, whoes waves
endlessly washed up on a warm
sandy beach, so to, do the memories of
you, wash over my every waking moment.
I remember watching you sleep as the morning
sun filtered through the lace curtains you made.
I watched in silence, at the way the suns soft rays
kissed your sleeping form, never waking you.
Your face, so peaceful, and always with a
faint hint of a wry smile. I always wondered,
what is she seeing? Thinking?
That face, that so many times, was smothered
with thousands of gentle, caring,
loving kisses from me.
I remember our being fused together as one.
Never wanting to stop. Never wanting to let go.
Kissing...hugging...touching places in body
and soul we never knew existed.
I remember my daily trek to the buildings of
the concrete jungle and my calling you
several times a day...just to hear your voice.
I remember the empty place within me,
that only you could fill, with love, joy
and that good to be alive feeling.
I remember every laugh and every tear we
ever shed together.
I remember every time and every place you
said, 'I love you.'
I remember the day I came home and you
were not at the door. My heart skipped a
beat. You had been ill, and I raced to our bedroom.
You lay atop the covered bed. Your eyes, in a
blank stare. Open. As I moved to the bed,
I knew you were gone, tears scalding my cheeks.
I sat beside you, holding your hands,
closing your eyes and softly kissing them.
I remember that look; 'the light of life...had
left your eyes.' Like a dropp of water in the
desert, my passion for life and living,
dried up and left with you.
I had traveled the world. From the Alps in
Switzerland to the flowers of the field
in the mid west. Yes, I saw the Vatican,
paintings of the greats and historic places
a thousand years old. I saw the Pyramides.
I witnessed the beauty and promise of the world.
In all these things...you were the best
part of who I had become. In all these things...
you were the most treasured.
© Joe Fazio
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