her loneliness

her phone springs to induce a ringing

on my lips to say hello when she is alone
and feels the absence of all that chattering
inside her home; until then i am left alone

like the garbage bin left outside freezing

in the winter night dark and very long
with an occasional racoon scratching
my side to reach inside but not too long

before abandoning me for the waiting

with hope of seeing some brighter light
natural and warmer, that un-burdening
of my soul before my death, surer light
 
henry victor      01.01.2015