Sorry I can't be with you but

I will be watching the sun go down over the Bosphorus,
lights from the minarets of Istanbul twinkling in the dusk
as the cries of ancient wallahs mingle with sounds of spice merchants
packing away their street stalls.
 
From the streets below will come the sounds of exotic laughter
as lovers walk out into the cool evening air 
and flirt in preparation for an evening of romance under an incense laden sky.
 
I shall be staring into the eyes of my own beloved,
Leading her by the hand
down to the sea
where we will make wishes as the waves ripple and lap
against harbour walls in a gentle
eternal cacophony
of littoral mystery.