those who wait

©Michael Cordiez

this story continues from the one that never was but always will be
continuation of a life not quite remembered with 
the familiarity shared in silent syncopation 


a rhythm that needs no sound 
i've felt this all before she says 
as he whispers the same

the scent of longing lingers in her hair, that all too perfect smell
closed eyes breath and open mouths exhale
missing before the gone

skipped beat lying lonely just for a moment
good things come...