The sun is bright and a gentle breeze stirs the air around me. Mozart disturbs the otherwise quiet day. I’ve been working on the house and, since the day is so beautiful, I decide to go shopping. Upon my return, I begin to lounge in the sun; A cosmo and pen my only accomplices. Adam has yet to cut the grass and a tall patch of clover is nestled beside me (I keep picking my fortune…the four leaf clovers)! The birds chirp from the nearby trees and seem rather loud. I want nothing more than to block out the world and dream of you. As the sound of the piano keys drift out toward me, I think of you and your smile, the light in your eyes when you look at me, and the way that light changes to lust the longer you gaze into my eyes and touch me with soft caresses and gentle kisses. I miss having you here. I’ve longed to see you for so long now and the ache is stronger with each passing day. I keep writing in hopes that your schedule will favor me soon.
Our time apart tears at me. I feel I’m forgetting you. I need to memorize your face again. I can barely remember the coloring of your eyes and I miss seeing your smile and the wrinkles that greet me from around those eyes and upturned lips.
When we speak on the phone, I can hear your smile but seeing it brings me such pleasure just knowing I put it there! Do you think of me often? Do you wonder if I’m smiling at that very moment with thoughts of you? I continue to be that love sick little pup from years gone by. I’ve yet to figure out how to let go of you.
I hear the phone ringing in the distance and, in the deep crevices of my mind, I know it is the phone but all I hear are soft muffled sounds beckoning me to stir. I prefer my dreams for that is where I find you waiting…
I see you walking down the beach and as the waves reach the shore, I call out to you. Unseasonably warm weather calls us to the bay this weekend. I was tired from the long drive last night and slept in. You were so worn out from the past few weeks of deadlines, you slept all the way. Some company you were! We dragged ourselves into the condo barely saying a word as we climbed the stairs falling fast asleep as our heads hit the pillows. I remember feeling you stir at 6:00am but could not force myself to wake. Needing a few more hours of sleep, I am rested now. I make coffee and, with two mugs in hand, venture out in search of you.
As I walk up the beach to meet you, I drift off into thought…
You always like the quiet early hours on the beach. For some reason, you find solace there. Just you and the tides contemplating your next move, the next deal and I’ve always hoped there were thoughts of me too. You’ve been such a joy in my life these past few years yet I’ve struggled with the bad times too. I know you haven’t been very happy of late and I hope I’m not the cause. I’ve tried to bring you joy and happiness along with some quality time. Impromptu trips like this one are rare but I hope you will enjoy yourself this weekend just the same.
You reach your hand out for coffee and I pull it away leaning in for kisses. You eagerly pay up and I place the mug in your hand. You are refreshed and renewed again. The salty air has always been your best friend. The long hours of rest have assisted in recuperating you as well. I wish you didn’t work so hard. More and more responsibility at the office has made our time together near extinction and we need this time away to find each other again. With that thought, your arm reaches out to hold me closer. I am at peace when I’m in your arms. I just smile contentedly as we walk further up the beach. We walk all the way to the pier and as we turn to go back, you pull me in your arms and hug me tightly; a “thank you” whispered in my ear. My eyes tear up as you hug me tighter. Fighting the tears, I manage “you’re welcome”. You’ve never quite understood that I’ve known all along just what you’ve needed and when. That is what I’m here for,
silly! You needed time to get away and to ground yourself again. Too many people pulling at you and too much responsibility. Consider me the stress reliever with the perfect plan. As we venture back to the condo, I pluck several shells from the sand and place them in my mug. By the time we make it back, both mugs are full. I don’t know why I have to hunt every time I venture to the beach. I’m amazed with each shape and the endless colors. As I head into the back door, I place the mugs on the counter then climb the stairs to shower.
You are a different person this morning. I feel like we are new lovers unable to fulfill that “new passion.” Whatever the cause, I won’t question it. Maybe I should have planned this get away a lot sooner. I can’t get enough of you this morning. I encourage you to get in as I get out to dress. I can’t kiss you enough today. You look at me inquisitively and “I’ve missed you” is all I have to say. Instead of you taking a shower, you pull me into your arms, hug me tightly, and lead me to the bed. After we make love, we quickly drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. Several hours later, we awake, change and go to Tortuga’s Lie for lunch. We enjoy great food, drinks, and music then head back to the beach. I made sure to pack everything we needed and set up the chairs, towels and umbrella. Gotta watch out for too much sun.
I remember years ago when I longed for a hot day in the sun. Now, I take the umbrella, a chair and a good book to pass the hours. I prefer my journal to write random thoughts, poems and stories. I am often engrossed for hours oblivious to the nearby activities or the time of day. Thank you for being here to remind me I’m not alone. You promised me one thing on this trip…no work, as I snatch the blackberry from you and stash it in my bag! I reach for the cooler and pull out cold beverages. You stretch out your arm and rub the edge of the can along my neck. Boy, does it feel good. I can’t believe how playful you are today. I really miss your fun side. We spend too much time focused on work and never enough on ourselves. But, when is it ever enough? We have both spent so much time climbing the corporate ladder and we have lost all sense of family and what is important.
You reach for my hand and pull me to my feet. Off we go walking hand in hand into the water. The surf is calm and the tide is out. We walk out farther and farther. Of course, as the water gets deeper, a small wave crashes over me and I begin to choke and cough. I have a panic attack. Thank goodness you are here with me to keep me from drowning. I have tried for years to overcome my fear of the water but once you almost drown, the fear is with you forever. I nervously walk back to shore without you. You, on the other hand, swim like a fish and are enjoying yourself immensely. I move my blanket to the sun, get settled and write in my journal. I begin putting my thoughts on paper; my next story will be an interesting one and I can’t wait to share it with you. You come back to the beach dripping the cold water down my back. You pull your chair into the sun as well and pull a soda from the cooler. You inquire about my writing and I close my journal. I don’t want you to read my pages as yet; I don’t want to spoil it! I look at you and grin and that says it all…you’ll have to wait.....
I hear the phone ringing in the distance and Beethoven reaches out to me as the sun is setting. I drifted off to sleep but I found you in my dreams.
I miss you so much...
Our time apart tears at me. I feel I’m forgetting you. I need to memorize your face again. I can barely remember the coloring of your eyes and I miss seeing your smile and the wrinkles that greet me from around those eyes and upturned lips.
When we speak on the phone, I can hear your smile but seeing it brings me such pleasure just knowing I put it there! Do you think of me often? Do you wonder if I’m smiling at that very moment with thoughts of you? I continue to be that love sick little pup from years gone by. I’ve yet to figure out how to let go of you.
I hear the phone ringing in the distance and, in the deep crevices of my mind, I know it is the phone but all I hear are soft muffled sounds beckoning me to stir. I prefer my dreams for that is where I find you waiting…
I see you walking down the beach and as the waves reach the shore, I call out to you. Unseasonably warm weather calls us to the bay this weekend. I was tired from the long drive last night and slept in. You were so worn out from the past few weeks of deadlines, you slept all the way. Some company you were! We dragged ourselves into the condo barely saying a word as we climbed the stairs falling fast asleep as our heads hit the pillows. I remember feeling you stir at 6:00am but could not force myself to wake. Needing a few more hours of sleep, I am rested now. I make coffee and, with two mugs in hand, venture out in search of you.As I walk up the beach to meet you, I drift off into thought…
You always like the quiet early hours on the beach. For some reason, you find solace there. Just you and the tides contemplating your next move, the next deal and I’ve always hoped there were thoughts of me too. You’ve been such a joy in my life these past few years yet I’ve struggled with the bad times too. I know you haven’t been very happy of late and I hope I’m not the cause. I’ve tried to bring you joy and happiness along with some quality time. Impromptu trips like this one are rare but I hope you will enjoy yourself this weekend just the same.
You reach your hand out for coffee and I pull it away leaning in for kisses. You eagerly pay up and I place the mug in your hand. You are refreshed and renewed again. The salty air has always been your best friend. The long hours of rest have assisted in recuperating you as well. I wish you didn’t work so hard. More and more responsibility at the office has made our time together near extinction and we need this time away to find each other again. With that thought, your arm reaches out to hold me closer. I am at peace when I’m in your arms. I just smile contentedly as we walk further up the beach. We walk all the way to the pier and as we turn to go back, you pull me in your arms and hug me tightly; a “thank you” whispered in my ear. My eyes tear up as you hug me tighter. Fighting the tears, I manage “you’re welcome”. You’ve never quite understood that I’ve known all along just what you’ve needed and when. That is what I’m here for,
silly! You needed time to get away and to ground yourself again. Too many people pulling at you and too much responsibility. Consider me the stress reliever with the perfect plan. As we venture back to the condo, I pluck several shells from the sand and place them in my mug. By the time we make it back, both mugs are full. I don’t know why I have to hunt every time I venture to the beach. I’m amazed with each shape and the endless colors. As I head into the back door, I place the mugs on the counter then climb the stairs to shower.You are a different person this morning. I feel like we are new lovers unable to fulfill that “new passion.” Whatever the cause, I won’t question it. Maybe I should have planned this get away a lot sooner. I can’t get enough of you this morning. I encourage you to get in as I get out to dress. I can’t kiss you enough today. You look at me inquisitively and “I’ve missed you” is all I have to say. Instead of you taking a shower, you pull me into your arms, hug me tightly, and lead me to the bed. After we make love, we quickly drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. Several hours later, we awake, change and go to Tortuga’s Lie for lunch. We enjoy great food, drinks, and music then head back to the beach. I made sure to pack everything we needed and set up the chairs, towels and umbrella. Gotta watch out for too much sun.
I remember years ago when I longed for a hot day in the sun. Now, I take the umbrella, a chair and a good book to pass the hours. I prefer my journal to write random thoughts, poems and stories. I am often engrossed for hours oblivious to the nearby activities or the time of day. Thank you for being here to remind me I’m not alone. You promised me one thing on this trip…no work, as I snatch the blackberry from you and stash it in my bag! I reach for the cooler and pull out cold beverages. You stretch out your arm and rub the edge of the can along my neck. Boy, does it feel good. I can’t believe how playful you are today. I really miss your fun side. We spend too much time focused on work and never enough on ourselves. But, when is it ever enough? We have both spent so much time climbing the corporate ladder and we have lost all sense of family and what is important.
You reach for my hand and pull me to my feet. Off we go walking hand in hand into the water. The surf is calm and the tide is out. We walk out farther and farther. Of course, as the water gets deeper, a small wave crashes over me and I begin to choke and cough. I have a panic attack. Thank goodness you are here with me to keep me from drowning. I have tried for years to overcome my fear of the water but once you almost drown, the fear is with you forever. I nervously walk back to shore without you. You, on the other hand, swim like a fish and are enjoying yourself immensely. I move my blanket to the sun, get settled and write in my journal. I begin putting my thoughts on paper; my next story will be an interesting one and I can’t wait to share it with you. You come back to the beach dripping the cold water down my back. You pull your chair into the sun as well and pull a soda from the cooler. You inquire about my writing and I close my journal. I don’t want you to read my pages as yet; I don’t want to spoil it! I look at you and grin and that says it all…you’ll have to wait.....
I hear the phone ringing in the distance and Beethoven reaches out to me as the sun is setting. I drifted off to sleep but I found you in my dreams.
I miss you so much...
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