“Baby! Baby!”
The doorway framed a shadow just before dawn
I glanced next to me: unbroken by even a yawn
Sleeps my lover of four near-maniacal years
Of vows, divisions, joys, rows, reunions, laughs, tears
His breath mimicking the rhythmic sounds of waves on shores
He continues in dreamland with calm, unbroken snores
While back in the half-lit doorway no one is seen
The strong voice awoke me– it was no dream–
But I first looked beside me, not again the door, “Why?” I asked
The day that marked my late husband’s death six years past.

February 1,2015