by Marilyn Kallet
We embraced, there in the parking lot
of the ordinary.
How could I know your arms were arguing last things?
Your cheek in my hair.
For a moment I pressed against you. Goodbyes can be vast.
In a breath, we traded lives. I didn’t know
you were a cliff I had reached the edge of.
Your touch echoed.
I simply followed it like song.
How to Get Heat Without Fire
Composer(s): Tom CipulloBuy via Classical Vocal Reprints