Midlife crisis
Where the past in your eyes
Meets mine
As I sit by the fire
The hours retiring
With what’s left of
The ashes of the day
The flames foreshadowing
Heated self reflection
As a glass of wine
Dies in my hands
Begins to live in my spirit
The buzz of a memory
Of you in the room
Perches in my mind
Your laugh pecking
At a sadness… an emotion
Permanent as your gravestone
Temporary as the belief
That you are gone
As the night slowly wrinkles
With my thoughts of you
Wonder if I can’t
Time travel to you
Burn through the future
And rise to your face
Like smoke from logs
Branching from our time together