for every little moment,
even a minor nano-second
that you are there…
for every distance, be it as far as the outer reaches of the galaxies,
or as close as an atom between us, that you are here,
thankful in the silence, as we ponder under invisible stars at night, the complexities of the universe.
I breathe you in and breathe you out.
Thankful that you are my cigarette lighter.
Thank you for the flame…
I am lighting us a smoke…
(c) 2011 Allen Simpson
Just messing with you. You know my sense of humor by now. Sometimes I start a poem off looking like something but the end is a twist