Away from me

your car by the curb
waiting for you in its sleep.
you never came home.

upon your rooftop,
pavarotti sings to us.
your absence is here.

poems in a box,
my pen sleeps, tired and weak.
still waiting for you.

moonlight through the glass,
shining down on your pillow.
sleeping without you.

the sun warms my cheek,
and the birds sing good morning…
morning without you.