Before
Before I met you, I never felt alone.
I did not feel the cold of night that occupies
my heart's empty half.
Before I met you,
I was not a saint. Now
no other touch can soothe me, no
other lips taste as sweet.
Now where ever I go, I wish you were with
me. In theatre's, I image you are next
to me, holding me close. Every place I
see I think how much you'd enjoy it here,
or hate it there, or how I really need to
take you here when you come to town.
At night I sit and write these pages,
hoping to find, some where in them, a way
to win your heart. Ever facet of my life is
somehow colored by your presence, and I would
not want it to be any other way.
Before I met you, I never knew
love or frustration,
now they seem inseparable.
Love is the warmth of your voice
when you tell me, in your sweet state of
semi-sleep, that you miss me.
Frustration is the miles between us,
and the distance you add to that.
Before I met you,
I believed I had all I ever needed.
Now, I know I have nothing
without you.
Email: jfreeman@law.tulane.edu