He Talks To Me

The day wears on slowly as I wait for his return. He arrives, my heart pounds with a feeling that can not be explained.  Our eyes meet and I know the time has been turning slow for him also.  This is our favorite part of the day.  We are together, sharing our day, listening, as though we were actually a part of the others day.  Knowing all the while that we were, in thought and heart.  Trudging through our day, to return to the other.

Our words are with love and deep respect.  I could listen to him talk for hours, we never have to think about what to say.  When I talk, he doesn't make light of my small problems.  I don't have to explain to him the importance of life's little crisis.  He listens to me and assures me that all will be well.  When we are silent, there is a comfort, knowing he is there. I am able to relax and let him carry my burdens. When we are apart, I long again for the time when . . . he talks to me.

By Nils and Kate
Copyrite 2000

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