The clouds came that night,
the night the meteors streaked across the sky,
their tails pointing, always pointing,
to Perseus.
But I felt their presence,
felt you watching them
from a place you and I once shared,
a place where we’d made love,
and where we’d cried.
Without the clouds
I could have shared your view.
And so it was that I thought of you,
thought of our times together,
hoped for another chance to love you.
And went to sleep
only to startle awake when my fist
hit the headboard,
driving away any more sleep that night.
I sat outside, staring past the clouds,
pretending I could see Perseus,
Cassiopeia, Andromeda,
meteors.
And you.
2009
Great piece. I must go over all your writing, just takes time. … YOU ARE SO ACCOMPLISHED !
Thank you, Vera.