This piece is written a little differently from my usual banter. I suppose I am trying something on for a while.
I missed you today
especially
when I could hear the wind
whipping wildly outside my window
where you would hear the wind
against the ocean swells
where you would be kissed
by the spray and mist
and serenaded by gentle noise
when I listen to folk
and banjos
and fiddlers
like Oliver
I think of
Echo
Alpha
Sierra
Tango.
I miss you whenever
I read lush
Prose. You always spoke with
Soothing eloquence. Your words were
Butter and chocolate, so rich
In verbose you were
Where I was not.
In speech I fumbled always
In script I was a little less dizzy
You were certainly
Poised in both.
T.DM
Poetry and Prose by Teresa Di Matteo 