There You Are

Leaning a bit forward

with a Marlboro light

in your right hand

you tell me a joke

you found on the Internet

and printed for your collection.

Hot coffee and pin curls

in you fuzzy, warm robe.

You were always cold.

All I own can't buy me

an hour of your smile,

but I can close my eyes

            and

     there you are.

Poem prompt longing © Tamera Dobbins