He’s off somewhere now <br />In his own little world <br />As the sounds of his guitar <br />Drift in from another room. <br />I put finishing touches to my <br />Latest poetic creation and realize <br />What little difference it all makes; <br />Nothing ever really separates us. <br />His is the last face I see <br />At the end of my day; <br />The first, bringing my morning coffee. <br />This old love has finally freed us to fly <br />Fearlessly and explore our differences; <br />It’s a music all its own <br />Anchoring us to the home <br />We have created in one another.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/different-notes-same-song/
