Through the open window
a voice whispering garbled
words drifted in with the
autumn breeze filled with the sea.
Through the morning light
reflecting off floating dust
I walked to the window
overlooking the center of town.
Empty fountain, streets, and cafe tables
sat in the mountain shadows.
In the distance a church steeple
rises sharply atop the hill
and I struggle with mixed emotions
until I see you walk from the light.
