Day One Hundred Eighty Three Poem by Ben Partenay

said the calendar I flipped
through last night,
not counting the time
you left me
or the days I wondered
if you would
be back home tomorrow.

Now there’s sunlight on
my kitchen floor
a bird singing
on 14th street

a woman walks
the sidewalk below
my window, I pay
her no regard

they are clay
statues , a field of brown grass
there is no life
no passion
greater than yours
than mine

than the heart
that sings old Cat Stevens
songs at night

there is a bird
in my heart singing.
where have the days gone.

I have loved her
for some time now.