I cannot say you are the only light
But you are candlelight glowing on burnished bronze
I cannot say you are the safety net to my trapeze
You are a sun warmed brick wall at my back
I cannot say you are a kingly feast
But you are a comforting Sunday meal
I cannot say you are total happiness
But you are many of my smiles that linger

I cannot say I am incomplete without you
But I ache for your presence
You are not every conversation 
Just the one I want to have, even in drifting dreams
I cannot say I long for your touch
But you are a fleece blanket against the chill
I cannot say I can’t live without you
Because I can
But I don’t want to

They are endless
These Blue Sundays
They are quiet and still
There is hope in the sunshine
And the budding trees
In the fat groundhog waddling 
Clumps of green 
I am one moment closer
To the candlelight, the solidness of you
To be protected, to be cherished
It is spring, and it is new

Love from Appalachia,
~Amy