A friend wrote to me saying he was tired of so much prose and so little verse. Here's a bit of verse for you, William. [an attempt anyway]
Still counting
When the match strikes, I hear the burn
It's bright, it's fast
For a relationship similar, I do not yearn
To consume and to be so brief
without passion, without affection
A relationship without love and laughter, will soon end in grief
Inhale deep through the nose
feel the air, feel it's volume
Your relationship does the same as it grows
Countless heavy sighs to calm, to clear
brings calm, brings strength
My relationship too, can comfort a fear.
