On my way from my van to the front stair
In the quiet dark under tall trees,
The cooling summer air touches my exposed skin and gently lifts the hair off my forehead.
Preoccupied, I walk slowly along the white path which faintly shines in the starlight.
Suddenly from above, a familiar voice resonates, one I often hear with gladness through my darkened bedroom window:
Who-WHO, who-WHO, who-who, who-WHO!
A memory awakes, and I stop,
hoping to hear the answering call I'd heard some years before. Quick as a thought it comes:
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-HA! Ha-ha-ha-HOW?
My silent hope fulfilled, I smile:
they are together still.