Standing alone damp concrete
was like my ear finding center if only
could I hear a word
a sweet memory a recall
somehow now some way
buried in that sea of indecision.
If when I close my eyes I see her standing
there in the shadows of a booth
close enough to feel her eyes
watching me wonder her
standing alone together we might hear
that soothing melody.
I know a woman wants
just you and me return again
we haven’t quite found
we understand just you and me.
I am still working on listening
just takes a while longer … this we.
©️ Thom Amundsen 5/2021