Who Sleeps With You Now

Looking up from your book,
a half-smile traveled
from mouth to eyes.
"I was thinking of us
in our eighties,"
you said.

I have a recurring dream.
Us again, white beside white,
exiting the sparkle of arched swords
into the blue Pearl Harbor air.

My husband's tossing
awakens me.
I sit up.
Wonder.
Who sleeps with you now?

Pris Campbell
(c)10/25/2001

Music: The Girl From Yesterday by The Eagles

Photo: Somewhere long ago and far away..
Graphic Modification of photo by Sue Baker Wilson

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