Your passing broke the reverie
of that cold October day.
"Smiling" I stood there with tears
no eye should ever see.
I held them firmly, refusing
to let them go,
as golden leaves made a halo
behind your stony face,
a heavenly shine from behind the glaze
in my eyes.
No words passed;
our eyes barely met.
Though the face we wear doesn't speak
ours said more that day,
than our lips ever had,
Do you ask yourself
where did it go wrong?
Does pain have a hold
on your heart and soul?
Do you remind yourself daily
there's no going back?
Silent questions.
Your unspoken, unfeeling
"no"
like our frosty breath,
hovers in the cold gray air.
I feel stuck, my feet of clay
unyielding.
I'll feel the pain till the day
they throw me on the potter's scrap heap
and shut life's last gloomy door,
while you rest till dawn
where tomorrow never sleeps.