Wednesday, September 7, 2016

On a quiet day in March

On a quiet day in March
You left us
And the night was so calm and still
That not even the ambulance
Could disturb the sleeping souls
That were merely resting
And not dying
Unlike you
And they carried you out of our house
And I was too afraid to look at you
Because looking, seeing would mean knowing
And since then
There has been this great gray cloud
Hovering above me
Blocking the sunlight, the stars
And on most days
I have the strength to ignore it
I'm too distracted by life and the living of it
But on some days
When my thoughts are slow and few
I can't help but wonder
If the happiness that left with you
Will ever return to my life

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