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"More Than a Moment Of Truth"
More Than a Moment Of Truth
The ride home was filled with taped conversations
a lot of "I Love You's" along road markers
mapping how much closer I was to holding her
and the breath of what we hold precious
our kisses
our heaven
I even cranked up Seger during the trip
and sang along,
of course I held the recorder away from my voice
in fear she would hear me singing too clearly,
I laughed later on when she told me all she could hear
was the man I consider the greatest
singer-songwriter of all time,
maybe next time I'll inch it a little closer.
I've been singing Bob's songs for over 30 plus years now
some I do ok with
other's are better left behind the shower curtain,
but Bob and the Silver Bullet Band always help the time
fly home a little faster.
I know it's a cliche'
Home Sweet Home
but it's real
and it's the answer to every question
you've ever had about the truth of love.
There is nothing like pulling into the driveway
and seeing that smile of the one you love
the glow in her eyes
the tremble of her lips
the steps she takes leading her to you
and when you wrap your arms around her
and you feel your own self shaking
as your eyes kiss even before your lips meet
You know in that one moment
That one single moment
You have found the importance of everything
in your life.
The day of the ride back is never easy
there is fog straight out of a Stephen King movie
in those Monday mornings from Hell
wearing dreadlocks would be perfect for the emotions
that spill between us in the knowing of the day ahead.
Waving goodbye with Maxie in my arms has become a ritual
it has also come with a stronger tearstorm each time.
You drive away to start your work week
and I go walking back in to write how much
"I Love You
and how much
I'm going to miss You"
in our journal I bought for you last Christmas.
I take care of the birds and the squirrels
and let Maxie romp in the back yard one last time
while Gizzie lets me know its not fair
with that cute little bark of his.
It's time to say goodbye to our babies
they are all over me
Maxie jumping
Gizzie hopping
kisses and kisses
and a lot of tears by their daddy.
God how I hate starting the engine
I try to fight the tears when I do
always to no avail
but I understand
and to be truthful
I wouldn't have it any other way
it's my home
I love it there.
There are no recorders as the miles disappear
no music
this ride is a lot different
it's the one I don't look forward to
takes me a good hour before I get over the blues
then I start remembering
the unleashed sighs
burning in the midnight fires
the melting of your purrs
wrapped up in the whispers of my hunger
penetrating the soft folds of your velvet pout
as we find sacred in the purity of our own obsession
and I am home again...
~ybb~
