Midnight Visit

It’s after midnight this old house creaks with years of standing on joints

not massaged and unattended by anyone living.

The street outside is black

with only an orange streetlight silently casting shadows of loneliness.

You enter my thoughts without notice,

without my permission.

You’re here just a whisper of your breath

at my back raising hair in places unvisited

The music enters through my ears and exit

my fingers crookedly on rattling car keys.

there’s nothing more to say

You are a quiet bat lightly gliding

like heaven in somebody’s book,

a life I once knew

but never cried because you are gone.

Fly away old friend one last time,

blow me a kiss and a sweet goodbye.