hearing and feeling are technically the same thing so when we talk on the phone
i can pretend it’s as good as touching you
it’s like how i used to think it was weird that we celebrated people’s birthdays long after they died,
but now i kinda get it
it’s like how when people are whispering i always hear your name or how
love is something we have and
not something we do.
it doesn’t really matter, hope is kinda the whole point. more than anything i just want you to believe me when i say it’s ok.
We were together for many hours, the day I wanted to ask my girlfriend to marry me, but I feared she might say "No", as I was ten years older that she. So, I said nothing all the way home by subway. She lived on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, I in the Northwest Bronx at least an hour apart by subway. I learned later she asked herself all the way home that painful night for her and me as we sat quietly, I like a mouse, she my sad faced Princess, "Did I say something wrong? He isn't talking to me!"
So, with special delight I read the following lines in the poem, "How It Ends, "When I talk on the phone I can pretend it's as good as touching you." That's exactly what I did when I arrived home - I talked to my Beloved on the phone - I asked her to marry me! And she said "YES!"
For us it wasn't "How it Ends" but truly the "Beginning" of love for my Everything. Yes, for more than Fifty Years she has been "My Everything" truly a Blessing, and now at 86, and she 76, we are to each other together EVERYTHING, three children and seven grandchildren Ten Explanation Points !!!!!!!!!!.