Cold Tile Floors

In my life time, my heart has been broken many times. But every time I somehow manage to pick up the pieces and mend it back together. Not always is this an easy task. Some breaks are worse then others....especially those breaks that keep happening over and over by the same person. Before I met my husband, I was in a relationship where that exact thing kept happening. And mostly I was the one breaking my own heart. Expecting too much, saying and doing the wrong things. But I am a much better person for the heartbreak and loss. Each time my heart grows back a little stronger. This poem was written during one of these heart breaks....

COLD TILE FLOORS

Dance with me here in the kitchen

In this place we call our home

Let's forget about the bad times

And live in this moment

Let me hold you in my arms

And sway to Sinatra on the record player

I'll spin you and dip you

Till the memories all melt away

Play this little game with me

And pretend we don't have any cares

Your smile could melt my heart 100 times

And your touch is warm and secure

Don't deny me this chance to be close to you

I could whisper in your ear

And tell you what you mean to me

I'm caught up in this moment

My soul feels at peace now

But as soon as this song ends

The dance will be over

And the memories will come back

The pain will reappear

So dance with me now dear

And let us forget

Even if it is only for a moment

j.l.h.

March 23rd, 2003