Could a sound signify a place,
a sense of saudade, sweet as a sigh
on some other’s collarbone,
a nook in which she’ll never again nestle?
Briefly, where solace was sought from
the sun-soaked glen,
shale shelter where tongues tussled,
a return to find the oak home hollow,
hale, unoccupied by
fate, kisses or wisdom.