After the last creak
from the cooling
of our home’s wooden
beams, after the cello’s
last note —the deep
vibrato lingering
and then fading as I
metaphorically lift
the needle before
another opus begins —
after we have kissed
and said our goodnights,
I take in and let out
a long breath, releasing
the day as best I can,
allowing silence
to settle over me,
the darkness holds
us in a heady fog,
and, like two old friends,
silence and I begin
the long night watch.
—C.L. Fisher, January 2021
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