Longing
He sits on the patio, in evening’s cool air,A solitary melody drifts through the air,The radio playing its lonesome tune,A poem in his heart, watching the moon. He yearns to talk, to hear her voice,Technology fades, not by choice,Within the canyon’s walls, no signal found,He must wait patiently, on familiar ground. For her spirit, her soul, this trip is bliss,Reconnecting with friends, dearly missed,Sharing memories, emotions descend,Saying farewell to a beloved family friend. Goodbye is…