“Riders” by Dale Innis on Midjourney

Please click Play to hear me recite this poem to the music from Buddah Bar Vol V

It’s 1am and I’m awake
thinking I wonder why you have not called;
it’s been a week
since the last time I heard your voice
and you said, “Hey Tita..how’s my girl?

I can barely walk and you faint
and fall on the floor.
It seems an impossibility
you will ever visit me again.

I had not seen your face for
30 years and then there you were
in my living room
sitting side by side again
holding hands after so much time
It just seemed so right.

Age has changed the lighting
and now what we have left
are just our memories
our dreams now and then
and a phone call…