Hey

I’m strolling through the town,
and street lights lard the sidewalks
kindly greeting the wanderer passing
through the path that leads him home.
Sometimes I stop to breathe in the air
and then I sense a little something
and I think hey, if you are gone
why can I still reach for your hand
when I look next to me?
I smile and keep walking, gliding
through the loudest silence
I’ve ever laid my ears on.
Sometimes I hear a little something
and I think hey, if you are gone
why can I still hear you voice
when I listen closely?
I smile and keep walking, reaching
for the glance you gave the moon
when you saw it last.
Sometimes I stop to look at it
and I think hey, if you are gone,
why can I still see your eyes sparkle
when I look beyond the stars.
And before I press my door open
to let home take me in once more
I turn around and whisper
hey, if you are there
take my hand and I will never let it go
speak to me and I will always hear you
look into my eyes and you will see
what love can do to a man.

norLanterns by Ludmila H.

13 thoughts on “Hey

  1. I realize I’m echoing the others but beautiful is in fact the word for this poem… and the way you’ve expressed how we keep a spiritual version of our loved one near us even when physically they are not there or have removed themselves (or when we’ve removed them)… this person is very lucky to have the poet’s love, I believe. Lovely, through and through.

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