I wish I had a nickel
for every time I think of you
watching TV in your creaky chair,
chin parked on your chest,
'... not sleeping, just resting
my eyes for a minute...'
or with your brows furrowed,
chasing an errant whisker
through the lather
on the stranger in the mirror,
or your gnarled hands working leather
and the amazing precision
of your intricate designs,
considering the size of those hands,
or you secretly watching me
from across the room,
... and me secretly catching you
secretly watching me,
or your gentle touch
when you pass my chair,
just because you're glad I'm here.
Love is measured
in so many little minutes.
It's important we not miss them,
who knows,
life might be metered in hours.
It isn't really about the nickels,
... but it would be fun
to see the almighty pile of coins.
C.J. Heck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nickel-for-thoughts-of-you/
