I always have to wonder
When folks compliment me
On my wonderful
Imagination.

They never
Imagine
That my reality
Is just wider
Than most

I have lost all sense of time, hours linger
days fade, I look at photographs
those of you and I, unframed
in gardens, or mountains
or pictures from the hotel
the warmth of you, my chilly toes
lonely - I remember your smile
the window, the trickle
of autumn rain.