It’s just me
the lake, still like a glass tabletop
the crickets, their song both beautiful and desperate
the sky, darkening a bit earlier each evening.
At last, just us.
After a season of endless chatter, just us
the lapping of water upon the sand
the lonely drone of the plane passing overhead
the watersnake skimming the shore, seeking the sun’s warmth upon his back.
Everyone else has gone.
They’ve abandoned you.
To avoid the inevitable goodbye?
Perhaps ours is a shared sadness.
Perhaps that is giving them too much credit.
Perhaps they are just selfish.
Having wrung from you all the pleasure they could get,
they have walked away
without a thank you
without a backwards glance-
you now a distant memory
and, like all memories of years past,
But you and I,
we are good.
Let us sit here together for as long as we are able.
I will miss you my friend when you are gone.
For now, let us enjoy this perfection of
silence and still
sand and sky
water and me