Glory Sasikala writes

LOVE YOU OUGHTO KNOW

Love, you oughto know

that in my mind,

we're together.

the hours are long and still.

they allow for laughter and silence

when all we do

is look into each others' eyes

and speak volumes.

the cold wintry mornings

are spent

wound around each other

hibernating.

I watch the steam from our cups

and you read the newspaper.

the dog must be fed.

sometimes we go for long leisurely walks

to see if the first bloom has arrived.

there is a letter from a loved one

we share and laugh over.

yes, love, the hours are all ours

in my mind, in my dreams

even as i pick my bag

and munch through a hurried breakfast

to try to catch a train

that will be gone before I arrive at the station

yes, love, the first blooms are there somewhere

and the picture of you misted over.

Le Train Bleu or La Rue Aux Tramways -- Paul Delvaux