Sunday, December 11, 2022

Whistling Vivaldi


I wrote this the night before heading home from a recent trip.

Whistling Vivaldi,

  a phrase I heard

  while waiting for

  your footsteps 

  to come to

  the door.

It's almost time to say goodbye


Lying in bed,

  shoulder to shoulder,

  I listen to you


I'll miss your nighttime warmth,

  the tug to reclaim the blanket,

  the knowing that someone

  I love

  is so close.

It's almost time

  to say goodbye


Trains and planes will

  put miles between

  our voices on the phone,

  our lives.

Yet, somehow our hearts

  always remain close 


  that I swear

  I can 

  feel yours



  we both