For an Old Lover

I can see your gaze on the horizon, steady,

not like mine as I drive alone

glancing at everything

____________________that measures

how far I am from home.


The number on the trip odometer is a fraction,

nominal in the permanent measurement, scant

but significant, vital to the equation’s precision,

it itself a testament,

_________________as you know


The eyes’ weariness serves warning for the midnight blues,

________but music waits in the cold morning

when I’m trembling close to you.


“And these are the days for roses, poetry and prose…

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