In Her Minds Eye

She stands near the gate
holds her hand over her brow;
It shades her eyes
from the bright sun.

"There he is" she says softly.
"There he is" the sound

of her voice getting louder.
"There he is" she yells out excitedly
I see only the breeze rustling the trees.

Minutes later he rounds the corner
of the brownstone.
So close she can taste him,
A chilly breeze brushes my cheek,

but I still can't see him
as clearly as she does
in her minds eye.

The collage was inspired by the poem.