If You're Listening

                A September sky

                deeply set, reminiscent blue

                warmed my heart and

                reminded me of you.

                A cloud fluffed white

                and sunset laced,

                your hair tainted grey, 

                full of grace.

                It has been a while 

                since you've gone.

                No more stories

                no happy songs.

                Cigarette in hand

                wine in glass,

                you blessed my future

                by enchanting my past.

                Though seldom said,

                If you're listening,

                I love you very much.