As days grow fewer
Till your arrival
I begin
To slide into longing
A dislodging of attention
From the here and now
To very soon
When you’ll see me
Watching for you
And I’ll see you seeing me.
These brilliant days
I will to stay
To be here for your eyes
These crickets
For your soothing
These nights
For you.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2011
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