Just These Small Things

Please don't make me get over you
I promise to lay quietly still
Please let me lie inaudibly beneath you
For I'm sure that I am strong enough willed

I won't ask but a few small things from you dear
You won't even notice this pitiful ghost
If you could let it just shadow you on lonely days
It promises to make sure and not get too close

My body simply asks to revel in your presence
And picture visions of you pumping it's veins
It implores you to let it keep pretending
It's not lying in our sweet love's remains

My days can't stand the din of our silence
They've become far too used to our sound
So they ask as your eyes dance over your stories and verses,
"Would you once in a while read some pages aloud?"

My ears entreat you to hear your voice my love
You see, they have no way to even reply
My arms would like to pretend they can still wrap around you
When clouds form blue rain drops in your eyes

My fingers beseech you to let them dance with your brushes
And curl themselves around your palette with care
They'll maybe feel your creative frustrations
And it'll be like your fingers are there

My mouth is by far the most demanding
It refuses anything less than what it had
Perhaps you could just humor it with yours every so often
Only so it is not overwhelmingly sad

It's becoming quite clear to me I'm no good overseeing this dreadful task
So please sir, may I be excused?
There must be thousands better than these
Willing to work at this and leave me undisturbed and bemused
-ABH-