Sonnet for Amber

How comforting it is to stay seated at home,
How sweet the sound of an un-ringing phone
With microwave, couch, spice rack, clock, all nearby,
And in the refrigerator, one lonely slice of pumpkin pie.
In these fall afternoons I recline by the window, 
Drapes drawn back, glass ajar. In the breeze blows.
People walk by, hand in hand, and almost I say "Hi,"
But fix my gaze upon the welcoming, ever-present sky.
How warm are this evening's clouds; how pressing their weight.
They drift, they sag, they fade, they leave. It's getting late.
But ah my dear love Amber, the one who I have lost,
I would have you here beside me, no matter what the cost.
Thoughts of your touch and smile brighten my clouded mind,
Yet such love as you offered I'll never again find.