I'd hear her voice in a crowded room
like a whisper from the heavens and
I could smell and feel her body
as if I was holding her,my arms around her waist
pulling her closer,
protecting her and reminding her not just that I am there for her but I am there because of her,
to cry with her,to laugh with her and sit quietly with her through the morning
nursing cheap wine and smoking cigarettes with her
Waiting for the sun to rise in each other's heart.
