A fuzzy haze to start my days-
no sharp relief
to ruin dreams
of gentle kiss and sweet embrace.
The old picture frames
still look the same.
Yet, no answer,
when I call your name.
I see you clearly
true and dear,
til my glasses show me
that you aren't here-
Not on your pillow
not in our room,
with vision dulled
heartache is too.
My eyeglasses show me
what this heart just won't see.
You're gone from my life
and forever will be.
©TSW 2007


Comments: 13
Good poem !!!
Good Job on this!
Takes a while to readjust to just what "normal" is...
Wilka