Passing the Time


She props her head on her hand 
and flips over the next card,
ponders it,
then tosses it over her shoulder
humming to herself,

"playing solitaire with a deck of 51"

Somewhere in the distance 
she can hear music playing -- 
a seventy's rock band croons a love ballad
to an Angel
and she snuggles a little tighter
in her blanket.

She can't see him but he's there,
wrapped around her heart this lonely night. 
She can't touch him
but she can feel him

He's there

He's always there.



  


december 2010