Midlife Poet

My memories of a man

Begin and end with you,

when you dug me up

from the grave

where I dwelled with the dead.

In a glorious resurrection

You healed my heart.

You left fingerprints all over my body,

handprints on my bed 

and rattled these old bones.

I’m not going back there

Until my name is on the stone.

So I warm your side of the bed

in hopes that you visit me

in a dream.

We’ve got a lot of living

left to do;

If you keep saving me,

I’ll keep saving you.