I Feel Your Mother's Eyes

I feel your mother's eyes
as we said good-bye this morning
no usual farewell kiss or embrace

She leans against the sink
looking out the kitchen window
straining to see the face of the woman

who fills the dark and quiet hours
of her young son's life
Is this whom he tells his dreams to now?

I hear your father's footsteps
in every midnight creaking
as we lie close in your still twin bed

pressed against your splendid young body
I imagine the words they speak
of dreams they want you to fulfill

of protracted innocence
and delayed devotion
to a future love

Will I someday watch for you from the kitchen window
or strain to hear your footsteps on sleepless nights
and will I someday wonder who shares your dreams