Without You

Without You

It’s nearly 1am
as I drink salted frozen margaritas
in the bar
on the 39th floor
of the Fourth Street Marriott
in San Francisco
I search the live cityscape
for the Bay Area stars
lost in the sparkle of lights
through thousands of windows
And although I know that
the morning plane
will bring me thousands of miles back home
I can’t help thinking that
this beautiful moment
Means nothing
without you.

Chris Wild
(March 2001)

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One Reply to “Without You”

  1. Not as good as April Poem but I can see where you get your inspiration 🙂
    I Love You.

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