It is not
That I miss
You it’s just
That the tiny
Filaments of your
Life have been
Spun into the
Fabric of mine
In time I
Will simply tuck
You away safely
In the corner
Of my closet
But until then
I will wear
You for you
Keep me warm
It is not
That I miss
You it’s just
That the tiny
Filaments of your
Life have been
Spun into the
Fabric of mine
In time I
Will simply tuck
You away safely
In the corner
Of my closet
But until then
I will wear
You for you
Keep me warm
Do I keep
All these photographs
Watching them age
As surely as
You will do
Or discard them
Without a trace
Haunting me instead
In memoried dreams
Do I touch
Your papered face
Retracing where once
My fingers danced
Peering into eyes
That once I
Watched fall asleep
Do I remember
Your giggling laughter
Like far off
Melodies being played
Or let you
Go like fall
Into the winter
Isn’t the purpose
Of keeping things
To use them
Then why should
I keep you
Around it’s simple
Just because I
Lost you doesn’t
Mean that I
Will lose you
Early morning sky
Blue almost white
Three vanilla cloud
Streaks hover above
Like cigar smoke
Cool air trapped
Inside frosts panes
Like aging dust
Mid-July’s humidity brings
A damp chill
While coffee mugs
Steam and warm
Sipping ever slowly
Feeling it slither
Milk and honey
Walking to me
Sitting and drinking
Smiling and winking
Dressed in shorts
Red zipped jumper
Knees to chest
Warding off dawns
Early morning dew
The East glows
This morning like
Far off bonfires
Igniting blue skies
Faint pink rouged
Clouds hang high
Like dangling earrings
Catching breaking dawn
Humid chill prompts
Up turned collar
As I sip
Coffee outside our
Little NoDa apartment
Waiting for you
To awaken shivering
Clad in last
Nights fleece pullover
Like many things
We share together
Early morning coffee
The chattering birds
Dawns first light
And dream remembering
Set our tempo
Like daily metronomes
The early sky
Is grey like
Tepid murky water
Of freshly bathed
Dusty dirty children
It covers everything
Like aging dust
Except for silky
Ribbons of pink
Hanging on horizon
Like fresh negligees
Hung to dry
Distant mid summer
Honey suckle wafts
Sweet delicate fragrance
Like invisible clouds
Of debutantes passing-by
Coffee for me
Coffee for you
Sit patiently steaming
Upon dawns arrival
Stumbling you sit
Next to me
Smiling I think
Like the sun
That is missing
This Charlotte morn