If this comes creased and creased again and soiled
as if I’d opened it a thousand times
to see if what I’d written here was right,
it’s all because I looked too long for you
to put in your pocket. Midnight says
the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped
by nervous fingers. What I wanted this
to say was that I want to be so close
that when you find it, it is warm from me.
~Ted Kooser “Pocket Poem”

One who has loved is never quite alone,
though all the hills declare our solitude.
Having known you, I am no more afraid,
the essential singleness of blood and bone
when dispossessed, comes never in return;
one who has loved is never quite alone.
~Jane Tyson Clement “One Who Has Loved” from  The Heart’s Necessities

I never have left a poem in your pocket,
hoping it would stay warm from me.

Instead, to stave off loneliness
every morning I match poems and pictures together
here on this page, knowing you’ll see it later.
It’s not much but it’s the best I can do.

Hoping they stay warm to the touch,
these daily stories about how wonderful life is
spill from my fingertips
as dawn pours over the eastern hills

Here’s to another good morning with you, my love ~
I tuck this poem into your empty pocket,
to keep it close and forever warm
today, tomorrow and always.