Here and There

For one of the last times
Here I sit at your table
I like the kitchen on Dorsett St.
Better than this one
There the table was in the kitchen
I could sit and watch you
Fixing dinner and we would talk
About anything and everything
Sometimes you'd ask me to help
Do some little thing or another
But here I must settle
For the silence
Of watching your reflection
On the windows of this sunroom
I know how special it is to you
For I too, fell in love
With this room at first sight
But it still doesn't
Take the place of you
Nothing does

10.1.90

CMT

Author's Notes

This poem was written the very next day after "The Night Sky". I was sitting out in the sunroom at the table watching Georgia fix dinner. I missed their kitchen where they used to live. I also was feeling heavyhearted about leaving and flying back home soon.