Joy surrounds me but doesn’t reach my heart.
Wishes of peace stopped short by chaos.
Morning sun is still down, night not yet
releasing its grasp.
I drive in the driving
fat rain, deserted streets,
aimless to nowhere,
sitting beside Alone,
and we reminisce about:
Wet, twilight days, in younger years,
homes trimmed in multicolored ice,
warm fires, warm cookies,
Alone states the obvious: Absence
in the back seat.
Faster, between harder raindrops,
we return to an abandoned house,
from whence we began.
Alone and Absence and I
join Deafening Silence,
raise our wine-filled coffee cups
to toast one another.
And outside, snow coats
the foothills of evergreens,
heavy clouds hide Merry
Submitted for OpenLinkNight #76 at dversepoets.com