Again I stand within this room,

silence the only sound;

then something in the stillness

makes me turn around.

For an instant you are here again,

a smile lights up your face;

for a heartbeat's worth of moments

the room is touched by grace.

I reach for you, the moment lost,

but a whisper in the gloom

lets me know you'll always be

here within this room.

I finger-write your name in dust

on a table at a window

then rub away the memory

as tears begin to flow.

I close the door and turn the key

then finger kiss the doorpost.

      Its a last good bye to yesterday

when always was mine ... almost.

©2005 Alexander K. Stubbs

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