Echoes of a Distant Light

Empty room, curtains breathing slow. Dust in the beam like stars

that lost their glow. I pour your name in coffee gone

cold. Sit with the silence till it feels like home.

Home, home. Echoes of a distant light touch my face

then slip from sight. I reach out but you fall through

shadows where I used to find you. Echoes of a distant light

hanging at the edge of night. If I stand here long enough, will you ever

turn back up? Late train hums far beyond these walls. Your sweater hangs