romantic absence

it doesn’t matter that you’re rarely home, I’ll wait still
the telephone will ring, and your sweet hello lifts me high
once more I remember that love means believing in you

the lonely nights mean that I suffer my bad dreams alone
yet your odor on the pillow next to mine comforts me
and somehow I feel your protective arms calming my fright

in the first light of morning, I miss your tender kisses
the window opened, the sky recalls the blue of your eyes
and I laugh, for life paints incessant reminders of you



romantic absence
[2007.1.2…d]
Sijo Form
Written for the Writer’s Cramp