Here’s Lookin’ at You, Honey

A Poem

Photo by Sofia Lupi on Unsplash

hope you’re fine tonight, honey
been stargazin’ a while, can’t complain,
because the wine runs sweet like money
and there are no clouds in sight for rain

hope you’re still doin’ okay
in that little town you wouldn’t leave
where we tumbled back in the hay
while dreamin’ of everything to believe

hope your mom’s still bakin’ at night
as she dances in her galley kitchen path,
each step memorized in the overhead light,
while tryin’ not to catch the neighbors’ wrath

hope your daddy’s fine too, that son of a gun,
with all the ways he told us different
while actin’ the other way ‘round the sun
even as he drank himself incoherent

hope your sister and her baby’s all right —
think about them often, such a sad thing,
when she couldn’t be wed in sight
because her husband was no charmin’ king

hope you’re not waiting on those letters
from the boy who wouldn’t come back —
no sir, he never…