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