A Pale Face Poem by stewart green

Trembling I saw your car there
It sobbed out to me
“Your life is about to hurt,
Brace for the pounding, old friend”

But back home as expected
This joke prepared our, your, dinner
Expression of my love to honor daily
How it only fed your one face

Can’t look into my wet eyes?
This toy
Once broken
Stands no more

Your smell and taste is now him
It’s always his gloves on me,
Touching you.
His eyes in your baby blues.