I awake...
to another cold, January morning
As I look out at the grey, mist, filled sky
I find myself wistfully reflecting
The days spent with the professor
He declared his love
Bequeathed his heart, his possessions
He bestowed such kindness and generosity
His benevolence...
So alien to my battered heart
He is now in Costa Rica
with his new wife...
in their new condo
His landscapes now...
Are warm, golden sands
Painted, colored skies
And deep, blue waters
I leave the warm comfort of my bed
like I left the warm comfort of his kindness
I reluctantly slide my cold feet into my slippers
stepping gingerly onto my frigid, winter floor
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my favorite of your poems. I like it very much and think it is very moving. I hope it is not but fear that it is real.