When What I Was Poem by Susan Lacovara

In tonight's whipping breeze
My windchimes, usually soothing
Sound more like cathedral bells
As I am at the alter of lonely

I heard your voice today
And then again tonight
Rallying all my might
That I might not fall apart

A fragment of familiar softness
Spilled from your lips
Just enough to make me miss you even more
Than yesterday...or the day before

Have you any stardust left
Deep inside your pocket
To sprinkle onto my shrinking self
Perhaps a dash, a hidden stash
Of something kind and kept

Winter looks to land at my door
Adding insult to injury
I expect to shovel both snow and sadness
Numb and needing the warmth of you
I am not afraid to confess
That I am less than what I was
When what I was
Was yours