THINKING OF YOU

To P. R. C.

In the gloom of an October dusk,

walking through the bleak

evening weaving night.

Coffee from a paper mug to warm

a chilled mind thinking of you,

flown faraway and lost.

I have the falling dark, I have the emptiness

left by your leaving, torn fabric of the world

flapping in the breeze.

I have bitter old coffee burning

in my mouth, something to numb the thoughts

against the falling leaves and snow.

07.10.2019