It was only yesterday when you left…
now I’m sitting in a town center square, feeling the emptiness in the
crowded air with pigeon-shaped notes on a treble clef but strangely
music-less…and yet not deaf… the fountains gush, arc…sound is
everywhere… I even hear laughter…squint in the glare… but of your voice
and face I am bereft.
I came in early by the train station,
knowing that the day would be long, alone, and wandered down by the canal
towpath… two minus one is zero: that’s love’s math; I feel so raw,
vulnerable, undone— do I still have your heart’s invitation?
~ David Francis
USA