The Wife Poem by David Blake

Wasted kisses scattered like fallen leaves blown
carelessly by the autumn breeze. Years of anguish
and disbelief, memories and dreams filed away in
places long unseen. Out from under the darkened
sky I wander lost and alone from vision to vision
disbelieving never actually seeing. Then there she
was standing in the rain, wild eyes with hair in
disarray her smile seemed to be mocking me. In
a moment I took in her essence and turned to walk
away, yet realized, this way I might never come again.