Glass doors swing open and they shuffle in and out.
Over and over the panes shine sharply as the sun reflects.
Sitting I listen for a voice to coach me, direct my thoughts.
I stray and reminisce of a dangerous situation I experienced.
Back to staring into the glass, I shake it off and glance again,
Toward the people coming and going, and I imagine their lives.
In a misty haze appears in my mind a picture of a time with you.
When you were standing in the sun and I saw your golden soul.
It stared at me like shiny glass pane windows with people which,
Pass me by in the daylight, and I almost forgot you were dead.
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Comments: 13
I wrote it in reference to someone who died almost two years ago in a car accident.
Good job, Marty.
TY Susan and Leah.