It’s getting cold.
The grass in the sidewalk cracks is dead.
The crows caw.
The black cows in the pasture–
giant ravens–
a murder of them.
I used to laugh–
your smile on my face.
Some days we’re like
the two butterflies flitting nose
to nose above the flowers outside
the little house
when we make love–
but those days are fewer now.
Father hasn’t left me many things
along my pathway.
Everyday was a gift.
Now it’s quiet.
Even midday an
early twilight.
dim.
They’re running cable lines
down our little road–
still a weak connection.
No use making my bed–
I’m crawling back in it.
I used to cling to the pillow,
feeling you close.
Your little winks and nods
are slipping away.
The way it feels when I kiss you—
a thick veil between us.
Sometimes we still sway our feet together
against the softness of the sheet,
and I know you’re there.
Sometimes when I ask you if you are–
you nod in affirmation.
And then I ask if you’re going to leave me,
and you shake my head, no.
I don’t know what brought us together,
so how can I keep it alive?
The wind through the trees l
like tidal waves crashing
outside my window.
I know when I see you New Year’s Eve,
this will be a dream that only our spirits know.
We’ll smile and swap pleasantries.
All the while, part of you is inside
my body and mind, alive.
I’m realizing this is what forever will look like.
I know how this sounds and how
our connection will only be spiritual.
But even that I’m losing now.
All I can do is pray and wait with faith.
Your smiling face was the first thing I saw
the very first second of this year.
I hope it’s the same as the clock strikes
under the confetti and the twinkling lights,
into the first second of next year.