Listening

I listen for you these days in the latest hours of the evening before the birds begin their morning songs when my ears are more open and my mind more settled when the ghosts have yet to rage and the moon has yet to fade before all the chaos begins and the memories regain their sting from the nearly frozen altitudes of our abbreviated past existence

Somewhere in that smoke and mist you may still be waiting I claim that possibility I never closed that door I never forgot our oath never losing hope


May 2019