The last of the light drains from the sky
The loss of leaves is now complete,
Skeleton trees crown dark hills, and I
Turn to say “Look!: to an empty seat.
So lucky to have such time together
Seeing you when I look up.
Traveling on through world and weather,
But now I drink from an empty cup.
The light is gone and you’re still not there,
At least I can text you, and I do
With things to say and thoughts to share,
The train runs north through the deepening blue.
It’s strange to sit by an empty chair
With home a direction away from you.
19th December 2022 (For Ada)
