I see your shadow dancing through the light
Flowing in through the glass. Gently falling
On legs outstretched upon an orchid sill,
The warmth that comes with each fluorescent glow

Of the yellow sun. Often do I see
You resting there, watching with stoic eyes
The children playing hopscotch in the street.
Playful laughter riding on the wind stops

Short before your ears. Although sometimes faint,
The weary lines that gather round your mouth
Shout forth their warning of lost time, and I,
Without a look back, turn to cross the street.