This Love Poem by Susan Lacovara

I know this love
Like the back of my hand
Although I did not expect the hand
I was dealt
It is my most familiar joy
The sketched out picture of
Your morning mouth
Your gentle eyes
Your stretched out eccentricities
All still here
In the thickets of thoughts
Tangled in yesterdays, todays
And tomorrows

The midnight moonlit field
Grows less green, as it should, this summer
The summer we swore would be ours
Ours alone, against all odds
And now, how odd to be stayed here, alone,
Too long in the shadow of the day you left

Ironically I must watch countless jets
Their flight paths, hauntingly, above MY house
Our house, this place, our space,
Ghost riding airspace...
I wonder which lover leaves the other
Each and every time I hear the engines
And see the clouds swallow the fleeing planes

But I know this love
Like the back of my hand
And a hand I'd gladly give back,
To you...
If there were tides and chances that changed
To draw the currents back in our direction
I know this love
And I know you know it, too...
Undeniable in it's entirety
It remains entirely yours
This love, that I know
Like the back of my hand