Different Measures

Different Measures

I swear it must have been

while laying

there in the dark like that,

just listening to her breathing ..

Maybe an inch

or so out of reach perhaps ..

Yet by no means more

than a single outstretched

arm away ..

When it dawned on me that

time and distance

were both quite distinctly

different measures

and I realised before then ..

Everything else

had been nothing but a sham ..

and I would likely be

content to lay there waiting

for cancer ..

Or indeed, another magnificent

heart attack before

finally being prised away from her ..

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Home is where the heart is and rightly so. That is how this poem speaks to me. It is a wonderful dedication, and that final line says it all. This poem is a fine measure of the true meaning of love. So very nicely composed Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

Absolutely, thank you & muchly Chris .. Neville

[Abishai100]

Excellent and precise, loved the read-feeling.

[Neville]

Bless you Abishai100 .. many thanks indeed .. Neville