Tuesday, March 1, 2016
I Saw You Often
I saw you often with your head bowed low,
As if in sorrow from some awful wound,
Inflicted long ago.
And even when you smiled
Residual sadness lingered in your eyes,
As though you carried blame
For a loved one's harm,
Caused by another.
Unjust burden which I wished you shared.
I should have asked, if I'd dared.
It's now too late as we are far apart.
Yet I keep your warmth and sadness in my heart.
Topic(s) of this poem: memory