I walked thru  my bedroom  door,
turned off the overhead light and
crawled into my bed  alone  again.

And from a million thousand miles
I heard you turn and sigh.

A difficult time.
Such a difficult time  to  be  us.

Was I nothing? Were  we  nothing?
Can  that which  starts  as nothing
become self-sculpted, shimmering,
strong?  I think  it can :  Therefore,
I am.  You are.  We are.

Listen very closely : tick, tock, tick, tock
for if you do then you'll hear the reason
I love you.  For you tick  when  I  tock.
                                            ­                                                 Jon York   2025