I sat outside at dusk last night. The sky was so clear that, even in our light-polluted city, the stars began to present themselves as the daylight faded.

I’m thinking of you
As the waxing moon rises 
Bright white in the early evening sky
A sparrow issues a single
Mournful cheep from the roof
Three bats swoop and circle
The breeze flips the leaves 
With a gentle rustle, soft
Like your hand on my cheek
A firefly flashes once, twice
In my periphery, gone though 
When I turn to look
A catbird mews in the distance
A cardinal calls to his mate
The catbird mews again
And again and again
Its harsh cry reverberating
In my lungs, in my heart
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you