Dark grey swirling storm clouds,

In a vast chasm.

The cold pierces my skin,

Like a carefully trained arrow.

When Kristofferson sings:

“Help Me Make It Through the Night.”

I feel lonesome,

Solitary,

Companionless.

My heart murmurs:

“Keep me searching for a heart of gold.”

And then I get that feeling,

like I’m being watched.

Like a fawn being stalked in the forest by a mean ole mountain lion...

Well, maybe not like that.

But like a mortal being watched from afar by a curious fairy tale creature.

That’s what I feel.

I feel a coziness inside me.

The looming storm opens up,

The sun pokes its face through,

And my heart flutters with joy.

Reminds me of a song,

“You Make Me Feel So Young.”

I practice my guitar,

The strings let out the timbre of a mahogany Fender.

I start dressing myself up better,

New shoes, better hygiene.

I get passionate about old hobbies,

I need some hand planes, new screwdrivers, and a dovetail saw.

I think of her day and night.

Found a new song today,

“It Must be Love.”

No,

Not from Madness,

The one from Don Williams.

I want to make her feel:

Loved,

Important,

Special,

Beautiful.

And that’s because I love her.