you’ve cut a shadow across my life—
imperceptible while upstaged
by the blatant sun or fickle moon
but I still feel your cold caress—
your light whispering in my ear—
every cup of coffee, every sudoku solved,
every wipe of the bathroom sink.
What would you think of me now,
now that we’re in different orbits?
Our lives no longer revolving
around each other but in your spotlight
I’m always performing—
just for you.
(That bright star in the western sky for a couple of hours after sunset is the planet Venus. Blow her a kiss from me.)