No Fear of Being Alone…a poem for you to critique?
The sound of your voice
in the other room
while you’re talking
to friends
on the phone
The close of the door
on your way out to
the porch, then the flick
of your lighter
to smoke
The echo of old
stretched moccasin slippers
as they shuffle down the hall
when you’re ready for bed
before me
That horrible waiting
for your next breath
when your snoring
stops
suddenly
I have no fear of
being alone
I’ve a fear of not
hearing
you.
The sounds we grow accustomed to are missed as much as the person. Nice write, Ma. the echoes….
Stop Snoring
