Under the Porch Light
It's late at night the stars are aglow
Quietly we huddle under the porch light
I want to kiss you but feel unsure, you
thank me politely for a night of fun, you dig
through your purse searching for the house key
I look for a sign that you want me to stay. You
find it opening the door and closing the night. It's
time for me to accept goodnight. The door is closed and yet I'm still
under the porch light in solitude. I hear some giggles and
see the curtain close. Your grandchildren seeking a peek
at Memaws new man. I smile and wave goodbye.
The frost in the air matches the frost in my hair
There will be other nights under the porch light.
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