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To walk in the mountains
To feel comfortable with silences on the long drive there
For conversation to poor on your passions and your interests
To hear the concerns on your children and the ones you love
To look at your empty shoes
To’putt putt’ on the river
To smell your hair
To touch the back of my fingers under your ear and brush your jaw, when that’s enough
To see your cheeks blushed when the baths to hot
To watch you absent mindedly eat toast
To look at your face with your hair blowing into your eyes and the corners of your mouth while you walk backward on the beach
To hear you curse over some trifle gone wrong
To feel silly worrying, with my phone on the fritz and you two minutes late.
AG (Circa June2011)
This is lovely, Andy!