He seduced me with his laser-listening.
He won me with his ebullient humor
and kisses that sang to every cell in me,
“You are home!”
We would spoon sweetly as he
in newscaster voice, narrated our
winning the gold-medal
in Olympic cuddling.
Two years ago, my Love left his body.
I have been lobbing spirit-satellites
since then, seeking his presence
and the peace felt as
we laced our fingers together.
I was proud that he saved lives
and thrilled that I made his life sweeter.
Our world-class cuddling is what
I still imagine as I stretch myself across
the wide, lonely bed.
I have traveled a long road without him.
I have reassembled myself
into a new woman.
What Love could be for me, now?
What laughter? What embrace?
©️Laurie Lynn Newman