Her Glow

Her Glow

Waiting so with bated breath
For the one who counts
That even the slightest movement
Of autumn leaves makes her breathless.

When an early morning gentle zephyr
Told her of his journey home
She glowed
With a heart full of
Beauty and light
A light that filled her
With endless joy.

Funny how she listened
To his firm, familiar footsteps
Heard the deep resonance
Of a particular voice
Felt the air of effortless
Ease he carries.

Her senses swam
With illusory reality
Absence sure sharpens
The proximity
That thrives
Between partners
Of a life time.

An addiction continuing
From this life to the next
To another, yet another.

The cherished moments
Flashed before her inner eyes
Fresh as morning blossoms
Even after years.

Memory of anger peace and love
A pleasant recapture even now
Made her lose the sense of time
For time apart from him
Had no reason or rhyme

She thus decorated
Her thought sites
While she waited
For the one who counts
Her addiction continued
Unabated.