Music to My Heart

I hear the opening notes of your singsong voice,

“Babe, I’m home,” upon walking through the door.

I anticipate the loving embrace we’ll share

after your shoes have been kicked off onto the floor.

A comforting feeling from just your presence

washes over me whenever you appear.

Like a chorus of love for my heart,

reaching a crescendo when I hold you near.

Now alone in silence, lost in reverie,

because there is no other choice.

I sit quietly, aching for just one more chance

to hear the opening notes of your singsong voice.