Until you Return.
(When Love Flies Away)
This morning.
A dull ache in the back,
an imprint of you spooning,
no longer there.
In the mirror.
Your face, misted over by droplets,
a reminder of intimate moments,
shared by two.
At the breakfast table.
Two plates, two spoons, two cups,
one folded broadsheet—a copy of The Times,
shadowed by sugar untouched.
When evening falls.
A flame flickers in the window,
softening the face that knows,
you are out there, somewhere,
occluded by an oceans distance,
under this soothing moon.
And like a moth she is drawn,
to a blinking tail light,
that trails a message across the sky…
Home. Home. Home. Home.
To you soon,
he will be home.
Copyright © Talia Hardy 2012.
For lovers everywhere, young or old.
Sometimes, it is not about time and distance. It’s about making the journey.
So true, perfect and timely. Thanks for sharing.
Hi Susan,
Somehow, I thought you might enjoy this. I’ve never been much good at poetry but it comes from the heart. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Lovely as usual, Talia – a combination of ache and hope, spooning
Thanks Monica. How we miss people we love and in their return there is so much joy.
Beautiful! Sums up all the emotions when two lovers are apart
The journey…lovely!
Many thanks Roxie. So pleased it works for you. I live near an airport and often wonder about the lives of the people onboard a plane when it flies overhead.
I loved the “shadowed by sugar untouched” line – really beautiful
Thanks Sheila. I thought it would help to show another attribute of the man.