Tonight I sat on my couch.
With an absence of words.
And thought, "You're no nearer, are you?"
And then suddenly a song came from outside my window.
I moved towards it, with curiosity.
Slid open the glass.
And rested my chin upon the ledge.
And then it was over.
And I applauded into the darkness.
Waiting for an encore.
Just staring at the stars.
Letting my ears trace the traveling music amidst the wind.
Searching for it.
Searching for me.
Until finally it came around the corner.
And below my windowsill.
In clean clothes and fading deoderant.
With music in their hands.
And a song throttling against their throats.
"I will love to see that day.
That day is mine.
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees.
And play the songs we made.
They made me so.
And I would love to see that day.
Her day was mine."
And then they left.
Leaving me, kneeling there.