The other day,

sitting alone,

I wondered about words,

my own.

I couldn’t find them,

where I had set them down,

thinking they would be there

the next day,

maybe the afternoon,

certainly by nightfall.

I put on some music,

let the sound take me away,

I remembered a time

I did that for her,

to have her by my side,

even if she was miles away.

Seems life is that simple sometime,

the words we write,

seem to resonate,

seem to speak of the present.