Verbal agreement

To be, to see,
time of missed connection,
your arriving too late
to join me -- on purpose --
drifting off to sleep, reading
to drowsiness, awakening,

finding you turned away,
reaching to click off your light,
tracing your hips, fingers tempted
to stray, but desire brushed aside.
Dreams not inclined to unite,
tomorrow's departure knotted solid

in your sleep, in my chest. Tonight,
late autumn turns to winter,
snow geese flee frozen pond,
wings white, locked in vee,
frost settles thick on love
not to be.



Timothy Pilgrim