Gecko Love

It is late and you are gone

and only the gecko remains

hidden somewhere in this room.

With his star-fingered hands

he wriggles across the walls,

making his sad chirping sound

which is his cry and mating call.

When he crawls out to visit,

his pale, transparent body and sad

tail speak to me of solitude

while his dark, vulnerable eyes

remind me of the many nights

he has silently watched over us.

But tonight he is in hiding

and his sad call echoes off the walls

like the clicking of a restless clock -

as if he too were missing you.