Soft Voices

It is each morning, as

I await movement from

your bedroom, and hints

suggest the day may be 

more bearable than

yesterday, that I enjoy

the most.

There is no certitude,

but no matter what,

soon I will hear the shot

of your door slipping

its latch and breaking

night’s seal.

And I will swivel around

once more, so not to miss

first sight of you, when

we smile and say ‘hi’ in our

softest voices, before the

day has us reaching for

our masks and cloaks.

(for JS)