Other Stories, Other Windows............

I Think of You There ~ Christopher FARRAR


I think of you there, ironing his shirts.
Standing, in that silky slip, deep ocean blue.
Sliding the iron back and forth with care.
Maneuvering the shirt, eyes glazed in concentration.

That tender strap, just a thread on your shoulder.
Legs, muscular coming out to meet the floor.
Arms, soft, griping the iron tightly.

I lay here in dark morning, focused on the ceiling.
Knowing you are there without me.
This bed is cold and lonely.
Soon I will rise to meet the day.

Finding a series of tasks.
To keep me busy , try and forget,
you are 2500 miles away,
ironing his shirts.