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Alone with my poetry and The History Channel
When you are not here with me
even for a few days,
even for something good for you,
as this evening and tomorrow evening
when you are away on the Cape
with the girls from work
relaxing in Etta’s hot tub,
gabbing with Tina and Melinda
on the beach beneath umbrellas
and a sheen of suntan lotion,
I still miss you so.
I miss your sweet, smooth movements
through the now-empty house,
miss you having a bowl of ice cream
with me halfway between dinner and bed,
miss your laughter, your,
I miss your scent.
But more than any of this,
at moments like this
while I am certainly happy you are
relaxing while I’m enjoying
some rare alone-time
with my poetry and The History Channel,
with Mozart and Maria Callas,
and the quiet stars twinkling
above the trees in the back yard,
I am reminded once again
and numb with the realization
that I could never live without you,
nor would I want to.
Michael Estabrook Mike Estabrook seems to have been writing poetry
for so long that Methuselah should be taking notice, but in reality,
time is simply doing its thing streaking ahead blithely pulling all of us
along for the wild ride whether we like it or not; this reminds him, that
he has published 15 chapbooks over the years, the last one being "when Patti
would fall asleep" by Liquid Paper Press in 2003, and makes him realize it's time to work on another one.
Email: Michael Estabrook
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