He’s off somewhere now
In his own little world
As the sounds of his guitar
Drift in from another room.
I put finishing touches to my
Latest poetic creation and realize
What little difference it all makes;
Nothing ever really separates us.
His is the last face I see
At the end of my day;
The first, bringing my morning coffee.
This old love has finally freed us to fly
Fearlessly and explore our differences;
It’s a music all its own
Anchoring us to the home
We have created in one another.

Carolyn Brunelle

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