"Canon in D"

I thought I saw you home one night, creeping behind me on deft feet through the corridors where our pictures hung on the walls. Past the room where you had not lain in many nights, past the dining room where I ate dinner alone. You cocked your head to see if I noticed you lurking. You were like silk in the air, billowing past the drapes. So graceful, you didn’t even alert the dog who kept guard over me in this lovely, lonesome house.

My mind swirled like the wine in my glass and I knew our reunion embrace was only moments away. I could smell you in all the places you had left as I poured one for you.

A surprise—ah! He’s making it a surprise!

I put on that song we danced to all the time—not Canon in D, but the one with the slower beat and the lyrics that talk about waiting. I cried to it while you were away because waiting is all that I have done. But no more—no more waiting!

He’s home!

With my shoulders pulled back, hands ready to be taken by yours, the buildup gave way to the crescendo and my arms fell weak as the chorus wrapped around me once more. My feet continued to move, creaking the floor. You were nowhere in sight and I was accompanied only by my shadow.

I drank my wine and spent another night crying to that song and waiting for you to return.