Upon Our Third Anniversary
I wanted to speak with you today.
You could only stare at me
with your white wispy image
floating across a perfect blue sky,
traveling through my thoughts,
waving, winking at my heart.
Pain replaces itself with longing.
Life is moving on without you,
in place of you. I shed a tear
each time it could be you. Each time
you stare at me through moonlit eyes
grazing my soul, forming goose bumps.
I meditate; celebrate our early life together,
press my eyes with a cold, damp cloth
until white lights run a picture show of
our surreal past. I...