Acapella

Summer sailing and smiles
Caused the development:
a strange love of acapella songs.

They remind me of that day
laying in the sun, in the grass
fingers intertwined.
Forgetting everything
that didn't matter.

Now I lay here alone,
seed packets paperclipped
on a string across the room
and I smile.

I am glad you are smiling again,
those dimples have been
too long on hiatus.

We don't need instruments.
Not anymore.