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Poem:
He's upstairs
Waiting for me
It's the reason why the thermostat isn't make any difference
It's the reason I keep hearing this vibrating noise
And nobody else does
And it's the reason why I'm that much closer to tears
Because I know the only way to make that vibrating noise stop
He's upstairs waiting for me
And my eyes are trying to focus on the finer details
Like an empty stained expresso cup
My wife wiping her brow as she yawns
And the pattern on the kitchen tile
But he's upstairs waiting for me
And I don't want to go
It's why I hold her waist a little tighter
It's why I press my lips to her cheek a little longer
It's why I linger a few minutes more after good night
Buona notte
And I'll get to the top of these stairs
And I'll look back
To see the light from the kitchen
And the flicker from the television
And I'll enter the coldest room in the house
And his hand will be offered out to me
And only a few seconds will pass
Before I take it
And then I'll be taken
Seven decades dispelled in a wink
With a whisper of life's sand
Slowly slipping away
My eyes will be closed by grace
My body will be followed by the turn of life's chapter
And I'll be treated to a final once around
On this collage
This multi-coloured collage which makes up my life
That precious subliminal dose of the past
Through my senses
The sight
Of an endless mediterranean in the middle of the afternoon
My dad peeling me a cucumber in the garden
And a lizard crawling across the stone wall
The smell of jasmine outside my house
The day I left from my homeland
Tomato sauce cooking on a stove
So good that I want to rip off a piece of bread
And dunk it in the pan
The taste of bread, cheese and olives in my mouth
All at the same time
Chased by my own homemade wine
The feel of her hand first brushing mine
And my body first brushing hers
The sounds of my daughter's first cry
My grandchildren's scattered laughter
Clamour and chatter at the dinner table
Totalled out by
Pavarotti and Tosca singing
(singing)
And the fog will clear
And the dust will settle
And I pass through two endless pillars
And cross through the threshold
That snaps like thunder
And be halted by St. Peters staff
But you my love
You will wipe your tears
And days will pass with you in the garden
Tending to fallen flowers
And grandchildren on your lap
Looking up at you with regal admiration
And eventually you won't have to wear black anymore
You'll get the hang of days again
And laughing at jokes will become easier
And you'll take sunny dewy early morning walks
And be a walking definition of pride
And sometime
Maybe not so soon
You'll come home and make you'll an expresso stretto
The thermostat won't make any difference
It won't work like it's supposed to
You'll hear those same vibrations from the coldest room in the house
Leave the dishes in the sink
Don't panic my love
It's just me with my hand offered out
I'll be waiting for you upstairs.
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