"The Poet's Corner..."

 

"Living Together"

Of you I have no memory, keep no promise.

But, as I read, drink, wait, and watch the surf,

Faithful, almost forgotton, your demand

Becomes all others, and this loneliness

The need that is your presence. In the dark,

Beneath the lamp, attentive, like a sound

I listen for, you draw near -- closer, surer

Than speech, or sight, or love, or love returned. 

Edgar Bowers