Poem – Voice

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.

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