A poem about love and longing by David Tombale: Across our window

Sometimes there is a certain tone to the way we remember people from our pasts, with a type of longing and that’s what this poem is about.

Across our window

There is a hollow ring to the way she speaks

my name, not like you, not like you did in

the last moments before the light bulb dimmed

and we were only silhouettes entwining,

one form into another against the white glow of

moonlight across our window.