Listen To the Warm
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
I reflect on them often, those years.
Watching gilded sunsets from the shade of old trees we’d planted in the yard.
I try to reclaim the contentment of our lazy romance.
There was no wine; no little black dresses.
It was certainly not a diamond, ruby, and emerald affair.
But was it any less valuable?
I bask still in the glow of the fires we’d share during cold winters,
and the way the dogs would curl up and sleep on our feet as we’d read together.
Your side of the bed has grown so very cold in your absence.
Sometimes, as I dream, I can feel you, your warmth…
and hear you snoring.
Ok, so you weren’t sleeping beauty…but I needed no fairy tales.
That was our life, wasn’t it? Simple and honest, and perfect for what it was because
we were together…
were.
Now here I sit, chilly,
with just my reflections, and your empty chair.
I dwell on yesterday and my heart listens for the warm.
Perhaps it will be tonight, under the gilded sunset of my own life,
that as the sun sets and the night grows cold
we shall sit together by the fire,
with the dogs asleep at our feet,
and be together once more,
forever warm.
5/5/16
For Contest: Listen to the Warm
Hosted by: Laura Loo
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