For Me and You

For Me and You Thursday evening. You can see the birds flying over the horizon. Theyre migrating. But deep in your heart youre still thinking about yesterday. Your heart stands still in your chest. No migrations for your feelings. A gentle breeze shakes the wind chimes hanging on your porch. Theres something wrong in their sound. You know its coming. He knows youre already there. Hes coming too. What were those words again? Those strange words... They must be important. r