I cannot say you are the only lightBut you are candlelight glowing on burnished bronzeI cannot say you are the safety net to my trapezeYou are a sun warmed brick wall at my backI cannot say you are a kingly feastBut you are a comforting Sunday mealI cannot say you are total happinessBut you are many of my smiles that lingerI cannot say I am incomplete without youBut I ache for your presenceYou are not every conversation Just the one I want to have, even in drifting dreamsI cannot say I long for your touchBut you are a fleece blanket against the chillI cannot say I can’t live without youBecause I canBut I don’t want toThey are endlessThese Blue SundaysThey are quiet and stillThere is hope in the sunshineAnd the budding treesIn the fat groundhog waddling Clumps of green I am one moment closerTo the candlelight, the solidness of youTo be protected, to be cherishedIt is spring, and it is newLove from Appalachia,~Amy…