A Love Letter Unsent V
Dear baby,
I will drive home within the hour and you’ll be there. You have prepared dinner and most importantly, prepared yourself to receive me once more in your arms. How have I divined this with no prearranged signal from you, no flags raised, smoke signal sent? I know it to be so, that’s all. Our minds are so in sync across the distance that I can feel and see you moving in the kitchen as you check on your pork stew coming to a boil.
I finally got a haircut, answered some mail, finished a report or two and cleared the way for good times this weekend, so the afternoon has seen some of my life’s businesses removed from mental list. The office’s coffee maker is out of filter; excuse me for a minute while I save the day.
I am listening to music from Andy Gibb and Olivia Newton-John, and I miss you as they sing “Rest your love on me”. When I come home, I will sing it for you, meaning every word. I don’t know why this song affects me as much as it does but somehow I know the restlessness of the world has something to do with it. My heart was once a very tired entity, that was more than seven years ago before you came into my life again. I am so humbled by the experience of loving you and knowing this is my final lasting love that I treasure every moment spent with it.
Paragraphs like these last two don’t belong in a love letter but I suppose I’m trying to provide you with detailed information of how I am without you. And who else but you can I talk to about such things.
I get frightened only sometimes now, scared I might not finish all of what I’ve started, worried that a circumstance might keep us from one final embrace. Then I remember how much memory of you is etched in my mind and in my heart, and that’s enough. Although I draw from it often there is always plenty.
The afternoon is ending and I’m coming home. Before I sit down and fasten my seatbelt, I’ll be whispering for you, for us, ‘lay your troubles on my shoulder, put your worries in my pocket, rest your love on me a while.’
Baby
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