Poem Poetry: Traveler

When you are away away

Gone off traveling on the planes

I’m fine with you, believe me

I’m still connected to your soul

The window in your heart is open too

Through which I fly

when the lights go down

Also then when a cloud passes above my memories

Rain pattering softly on my place of quiet rectitude

It’s fond sweet wine, those memories

Each wrapped in crinkly lilac foil

Dissolve on my tongue

With the morning cry of seagulls

Echoing through the open curtains

You return.

Liam June 2019