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Listening To Sinatra On The Highway

We're driving down the highway.
Well...you're driving.

The silence is perfectly companionable.

The radio plays our music
and we think our own separate thoughts
content with each others' company.

What can be said?
What has to be said?

There have been many rides such as this.

I've loved every one of them.

You are content with me as I am.
You say you are proud of me
and I take pride in your words.
You have every confidence in me.
It gives my heart a few extra smiles
to save for a stormy night.

Sometimes we talk idly
of anything, really.
I'm just happy to be with you.
I've missed you more than you know.
You've missed me more than you'll say.

Still the music plays on.
A soothing background melody
painting me a picture
of the past and the future.

My heart gives a painful twinge
when I realize that you
are not truly a part of either
no matter how much we might wish
that things had gone differently.

You glance my way
and you smile.

You trust me.

That's all I've ever really wanted.

To be trusted and loved
by someone like you.

You are someone that I respect
above all others
simply because of who you are
and who you choose not to be.

I love you for it.

No matter how stubborn
you can get.

I'll always love you, Daddy.

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  • Scion
    December 16, 2008

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    I love the way this seems like a converstion... so relaxed and so open. The ending did suprise me, I did not expect this to be about your father, but so wonderfully *sigh-worthy (and by that, I mean that you made me sigh with contentment... as if your poem brought me to a place of complete acceptance). Thank you for that.

    You describe this moment with complete honesty and creativity. Every line relays your feelings and your inward thoughts- such an honor to read, really. I love:
    "What can be said?
    What has to be said?"

    &

    "Sometimes we talk idly
    of anything, really.
    I'm just happy to be with you.
    I've missed you more than you know.
    You've missed me more than you'll say."

    You're ability to describe moments is truly beautiful. Cheers.

    P.S. - I know how you feel

    P.P.S. - Thanks for commenting on my author page. That's why I'm here now.


  • breathing in
    December 1, 2008
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    AWWWW this is so sweet.