Tomorrow, early
As colours paint our blank ceiling
The breeze will blow in our window
billowing drapes
It will remind me of your vacation dresses
Floating, swirling
Tomorrow, early
Quiet sidewalks will fill with
Songbirds, bicycles, street vendors
All will bring their music.
You will sing along
Tonight, late
You will close every door
Shut every window
Pull all the shades
Surround us in darkness
It will be so still
I will be able to hear your agile fingers
Strike that single match
Filling this space with
Quiet orange light
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