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.