Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

A Shower, a Song, and We

He thinks I never listen
His voice in the shower
No matter what song
He is singing,

I am soothed
I am comforted
That he is still alive
Still able to feel.

His voice is
Strong, deep
And secure
And I fall in love again.

He doesn’t know
But I love that moment
When he is immersed
In himself,

His “alone” time
Becomes my time
And he sings
Describing my life.

5 responses

  1. this is an amazing piece =]

    December 12, 2012 at 10:31 am

    • Thank you so much. I dive into simplicity when it comes to a loving point. That’s what I really enjoyed about your writing.

      December 12, 2012 at 11:58 am

      • thank you. i love simplicity it just works for me. =]

        December 12, 2012 at 11:59 am

  2. wonderfully written, makes me feel the love! 🙂

    November 27, 2012 at 4:59 pm

    • Thank you Joycelyn. A little love goes such a long way.

      November 27, 2012 at 8:29 pm