Through yawning tangles of unsleeping night

in snatches of unbidden sight

I catch a glimpse of you.

 

Against the shadowed curtain’s gloom, I swear

that almost certain swish of hair

a whispered hint of you.

 

That shudder yesterday at my front door

when shower’s sudden petrichor

evoked a walk with you.

 

A sound of laughter on the evening air

that speared me to a stop, to stare

because it echoed you.

 

My senses inundated in a haze

of sleepless nights and listless days

that are bereft of you.