Listen To the Warm Prose

"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too...when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen To the world I live alone, I loiter alone, I talk alone, I banter alone, I sleep alone, BUT I am not alone! You are my shadow as I was yours some time ago. You are always with me, I can breathe your fragrance. Now I'm shrouded in sorrow and there's a ghostly silence gripping me, strangling me, suffocating me. I need you as I have never needed anyone before. Hold me in your arms as you have never held anyone before. I long to hear your sweet whispers that had the power to drown my gloom. I still remember with fondness how you were always uplifting my spirits. Do you remember the November evening when we sat on the Dagshai hill overlooking the valley? We had watched a hill woman carrying the burden of family? You looked and lifted a waft of flying strand whispering close to my ear, 'I'll make you sit in the warmth of my heart". It was music to my soul. I can still recall the sweet promises you had made when you first held my hand. I wish you were here to caress my sorrows away on this dark lonely night. Though far away, my soul still is with you, my eyes search for you, my ears wait for you and my heart beats for YOU . Let our distances melt away in this sweltering pain and nestle back to your cozy hearth in my heart. May 9, 2016 For Laura Loo