This post is a sort of “response” to Ada Limón’s poem Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds. http://www.buenosairesreview.org/2015/02/ada-limon/ I thought the message of the poem was so beautifully worded and unique that I was really inspired to write something of my own.
Subtle reassurance through wide tired brown eyes,
A comfortable silence spent staring at morning skies.
Grocery store trips and doctor appointments filled with laughter,
Fairy Tales were onto something with “happily ever after.”
The sound of a deep gravelly goodnight and a soft cheerful good morning.
The kind of love that really shouldn’t come without a warning.
It’s good and it’s simple and it’s managed to stay sweet,
Name’s been on the tip of my tongue all week.
I know this ground isn’t solid and I should run for cover,
I know my idealisms cause my own heart to suffer.
But I’m addicted to your presence, I refuse to give you up,
I can’t help it,
I just love the way men love.