To Keep Foever

It's funny how I hide in the seam of your smile Or the frown lines of worry on your face You carry a bit of me in your pocket The sea glass worn smooth And now the color of grey stone It's funny how I carry you inside my purse A love note kept to find on random days I see you in the laundry laid on my bed washed earlier while I was at work and brought in fresh with the smell of you It's funny how you feel the times I wake too early knowing I get restless with thoughts And I roll quietly out of bed so not to wake you to sit and breathe the morning emptiness while I listen to your peaceful dreaming It's funny how I write poetry you don't read but is written for you anyway While walking the beach in the morning To look forward to your smile in greetings whenever I return from the places I go It's funny how we met on a balcony in Mexico And took a couple years to acknowledge That we were smitten with each other How our love grew on that bus ride in search Of our at last partner to keep forever