I remember the first moment I heard your voice….
A smooth flowing alto, that would move higher during stress
Stress caused by one of my former loved ones
One that had strayed,
But asked you to intervene and counsel.
And you asked to see me.
I remember the first moment I saw you…..
Sitting quietly at a restaurant table
Surrounded by your family and friends
You twitched nervously,
Perhaps wondering if I was a calm before the storm.
I leaned to your ear and whispered my thanks
And passed you a single yellow rose.
I remember the first moment we were alone.
Encourage by erring spouses to go into a bedroom
And together extract the revenge we were due.
Revenge of reciprocation.
The Arizona sun glared through the window
As fully dressed, we laid and talked.
And I fell in love.
I remember the first moment we kissed that day.
Lying on your bed.
A tentative, kiss of mutual comfort.
Respect of our positions in life.
Remembering our responsibilities to others.
And in that moment our souls joined.
And we knew forever that we could count on the other.
I remember the moment we kissed as loves.
A time separated by years and miles.
And the destruction of our lives.
The tender touch of your lips
The warmth of your body against mine
The force in our arms as we held each other
And the flow of emotion that joined us.
I remember the moment we decided to make love.
And it was not the physical need
But the opening of ourselves to the other.
To see the other without protection
The sharing of emotions and desires
The development of a dream
The start of a new life.
I remember the moment I said, “I love you”.
Not sure of who was more scared of it, you or I.
Three little words that would change our lives forever.
The beginning of our moments, days and years.
And I still recall the light in your eyes and your smile,
As you asked, “Where did that come from?”
“My heart”, I replied.
Are these the moments of our life together?
Shear seconds from one event to the next?
To be measured with a simple watch or the beat of a heart?
Not to me, my love. Not to me.
Our life is not made of moments….
Our moments are made of our life.