Someone sleeps
curled up in
my musical reveries
tonight,
She waits till 1 am,
counting headlights
in the distance,
An empty bed,
assurance muted
in between blankets,
She retires
when the windchimes stop,
Places hope and a locket
on the bedside table,
she knows,
we will never slow dance
in the kitchen
ever again,
If I could talk to her
just this once
I would tell her
someone calls to me,
and that's all to me,
Tonight.

- RS