Barbara Poem by bob barci

Well, here we are again,
face to face for our
irregular weekly dinner.
Face to face
venting the misery of the day,
arguing over which one of us cheats at Uno,
and contemplating a nice way to spend a weekend together.
Doesn’t sound like much, I know,
but if you look behind my laugh,
you just might see something, that perhaps,
you didn’t know was there.
On one hand,
I like to look at it as
the sheer pleasure of just being with you.
You know,
time together when we can correctly predict
every move, before hand,
and still enjoy each other’s company.
On the other hand,
we’ve become a sensuous slow dance.
And although we might be
on opposite sides of the room,
we still manage to touch,
in just the right way.
Seems to me,
that there’s something
filling the space between us.
Have you any idea
of what it might be?
But, regardless of whatever it might be,
here we are again,
coming together,
because we can’t stay apart.



Dedicated to Barbara Redling