Personal History

Words cannot express
the emotion with which I feel.
Tirelessly considering,
the joy of childhood.
The love of parents
so happy for me.
A coffee sits.
Begging to be sipped. 
While I stare at
our old oak tree. 
The yard as square and cut
as dad kept it all those years.
Mom's aged cook book,
a family classic on the shelf.
Stares at me through dusty binding.
Years have passed.
Alone I tend to my history.
The coffee is getting cold.  

Us

Sunlit.
Your smile.
That time in the kitchen.
When the glass broke.
Scared. 
Hurt.
I thought you were.
You smiled.
Laughed embarrassed.
Momentarily tender.
My machismo broken.
But for a moment.
My heart you saw.
My love for you.
Laid bare.
Embraced.
Two hearts forever.
Linked as one.
Nothing as precious.
Special. 
Us.

How Do I Tell You

How do I tell you.
Feelings.
Ufettered.
The wreckage of a soul.
Eternal love.
Undying.
How do I tell you.
When I see.
When our hearts speak again.
Memories.
Those little moments.
Infinite.
Pure.
The thing we all seek.
It was you.
It's always been us.
How do I tell you. 
Tell me.
Please.