Small Stones Day 17: Phillip

A warm spring night,
I lie in the darkness
while the breeze stirs the white curtains 
into ghostly shapes.


Curtains billow out like a young girl's dress 
as she spins around,
happy and carefree,
like I used to be.


A car drives slowly down the street,
for a brief instant
music fills the empty space,
then is swallowed up again 
into the darkness.


I am alone with my thoughts.
My loneliness a sheet that
twists and binds me
 as I toss and turn.


Then a sound- pure and clear.
A small trill, a single note.
Man or beast?


A memory intrudes-
a night like this,
entwined limbs,
whispered promises.
The single note our a love song.


But, you are gone,
I am alone.
The song remains,
but the meaning is lost.