Sitting
Alone
Amidst the ancient ruins of a medieval palace
A gift from a prince to the woman he loved
I close my eyes
and become one with the ghosts of days gone by
the sound of your voice wafts by me
and I see you, hazy, translucent in the soft moonlight,
I reach out for you
And you are gone
my stifled sobs drown in the sardonic laughter
of unfulfilled love
Driving,
Alone,
through pouring rain on life’s potholed roads
blinded by the glare of oncoming headlights
I close my eyes
yearning to become
part of those claimed by the treacherous road
I feel your touch, soft on my cheek
and I see your eyes, full of love
in my rear-view mirror
I reach out for you,
And you are gone
my tears mingle with the rain
and soak my soul