We would sit nearby with a smile
‘yours or mine’
I might add, yours now a grimace
once we made endearing,
tonight I am only alone.
Days ahead we did not think
only knew the now
if I could reach and touch your hair
and feel you move
nothing mattered anywhere.
Tonight while a favorite melody
helps emanate sweet solace
his sorrowful glance
would hide well again
in shadows of time.
For it is the change we remember
will gather always an eternal following.
©️ Thom Amundsen 5/2021