You lay on the bed, your words kiss my ears

Behind me you speak, resting in the heat

In the afternoon. The words my heart hears

Are drowsy and tender; looking over the street

The old walls are silent. Do they feel what I know?

Late summer, late afternoon, how the days go…

You sleep now and I’m framed by silence. A plane

Roaming the sky, a van hardly disturbs

A peace that’s half sinister, carrying a pain

That love, the clear skies, the good sun cannot curb

My days that are short I would spend all with you,

But you lie-in a while and my life is askew. 

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