Rod singing,
hand gently
caressing
the back of my
neck,
your lips
close to my ear
and I listen
to your heartbeat
and our
last dance,
and treasure
memories as
I adjust
your pillow
and whisper
I love you for
the last time.
Then you left,
off to take
a step back,
while I was still
hearing the
words that
Rod sang
for our
last dance:
Have I told
your lately
that I love you?
I miss the music
we made together,
the laughter,
the gentle kisses,
the warm embraces,
the long conversations.
I miss you.