Pleasant Conversation

As I rest...
languidly with my
Jill Scott cd and my
Long Island Iced Tea

My mind drifts...

as I begin
to remember bits and clips
of days gone by...when I could hear
the melody of desire in his voice..
and I was .. the apple of his eye..
Or so my romance-inclined heart told me

I remember how listening to his voice always
made me wish he was near so he could hold me

he was my internal stimulation
when he spoke I was inclined to listen

He gave my spirit an education..he made my
soul shimmer and glisten....oh
Im so... so... reminiscent
of our pleasant conversations
we would start early in the day..

He used to text "Hey Good Morning Sugar"
and I  would say "Hey...Baby"...
just to know he waS thinking of me
used to make me smile all day...

Now things just aint the same
as my thoughts  bounce solo off of my
temples ...no longer volleyed on fertile
ground...with the lovely things we used to talk about

I swear as these days go by...your words...
are something I just dont want to do without...
This feels like banishment into hollowness
as distant echoes carry chords of our previous
conversations into my view...
I miss our pleasant conversations...and today...
I  am really missing you.