The rest of my days.

A poem about what could have been.

The rest of days.

i could be anywhere
but i'm right here with you,
staring out this window,
wondering if we will make it through
to the end of the year,
praying that maybe christmas
will take us back to where we were

toward the beginning,
when we held each other
the way the mouth of a flower
holds the face of a hummingbird,
with such gentle gratitude,
as if having lived a lifetime
in loneliness and suddenly
feeling lonely no longer

i've fallen a few times,
but never the way
i fell for you,
as if stumbling headfirst
into a God-sized hole
in my chest

and finding you,
waiting patiently below,
george seated beside you,
wagging his tail,
you taking my hand
and me taking yours,
us walking down to the park
just up the road

once there
sipping our coffees,
leaned up against one another,
as if the other
were a sun-warmed wall
on a cold winter day

i hope you know,
i could have built
a home there,

with you

i hope you know,
i could have spent 
the rest of my days
right there,

with you.

By Cole Schafer.