Ramdom Statements
© copyright 1997, John L. Batzer, Jr.
I just want to reach out and touch her face,
Clearing it of that little bit of hair that is hanging out of place.
I want to reach out and take her and hold her tightly,
As if I couldn't ever hold her again.
When I close my eyes, I see her face,
And then I never want to open them again.
I want to climb to a mountaintop, way above everybody,
And scream her name into the wind,
So that when I'm back where I am now,
I might hear it whispering all of the time.
I want to touch her, to show her that I love her,
To make her feel like she is a queen,
(For in my eyes, she could be no less).
I want to be with her, no matter what,
Poor, broke, on a New York City streetcorner,
It doesn't matter, just as long as she is with me.
I want to her hear voice calling my name,
Just as it does when I'm deep in my sleep,
Or when I'm on the phone with her, fighting back tears so that
I can hold a converstaion.
I want to buy a rose-garden, and give her one petal
For each thought I have of her when she's not with me,
But that's not possible, for there could never be
Enough roses, or even drops of water, that can symbolize infinity.
I want to curl up into a little ball and cry myself to sleep,
Or maybe beome a magician, so that she could appear here right now.
I want to freeze time the next time we're together,
So that I can always be with her . . .
Just like the memories of holding her in my arms are
Forever imprinted in my memory.
I miss her . . . I miss her . . . I miss her . . .
I just want to be near her again.
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