I am like some weary traveler
in a hotel room
lost between the shower and the ice machine
with plans to come home
for the holidays
we would have coffee
a candle flickers on the table
your hands play with your spoon
I watch you brush the hair from your forehead
loosen the scarf at your neck
your eyes look beyond me
to some future that almost was
and I fade from the table
stranded on some stretch of highway
a long way from home
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Leonard Durso 
Que lindo poema!!!! 🙂 🙂 Adorei!!!!
Thank you, Mirna.
I’ve been here
Great piece
I was with you the whole way
As always Sheldon
Thank you, Sheldon. Glad to have the company.
Reminded me of the times my husband and I had to spend apart . Lovely poem.
Thank you.