Poem: Without the Benefit

Rupert

Without The Benefit

Outside the tree peepers sing.
Closer in the gardens, crickets harmonize.
Somewhere in the dark, you hear an owl.
The traffic here in town has quieted,
and though it is early, nature has claimed the night.

You breathe in. You breathe out,
as if the air, the late summer stillness, has the power
to still your mind.

You breathe in. You breathe out,
her perfume next to you, silently holding your heart captive.
your smile visible in the night.

without the benefit
of words.

About this poem

My love and I are apart tonight. I miss her.

Tom

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