To Jeff

by Trish Cozart

Peeking through the curtain
I see you approach the door.
Open arms embrace and swing
As my feet fly off the floor.

Still in air, I hum along
while your whistle plays a tune
with smiling eyes that reflect
“The Light of the Silvery Moon.”

Life is put together
as we talk the evening through
sharing feelings, thoughts, and laughs
you with me, and me with you.

When soon, the clock, our foe,
moves its hands further away.
If only it were human,
it would know its arms would rather stay.

So, you must leave again
but our love we will to keep
Until the day that we can share
our dreams in our sleep.

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