That is Why

I love you.
That is all I have to say.
That is the only part that matters
in this otherwise confusing,
depressing, and overwhelming life.

I love you.
That is the part that tries to get me through.
That drags me,
kicking and screaming,
out of the bathroom each day.
That convinces me,
momentarily,
that I want to be somewhere
rather than
nowhere at all.

I love you.
That sometimes makes me smile.
As I sometimes remember you
and your soft caldera eyes,
and the way you hold me
in a shielded snuggle
before you let me go.

I love you.
That is sometimes enough
all by itself
to make me stop and stare
at the wild orange moon
above the manicured beach
and dream of soft sand
and leaves whispering
while clouds run
across the bay.

I love you.
That is why.

Kathleen Speck
09/24/2005