Through each bare branch
Cold tears
In anticipation of winter,
Wobbly lenses
Through which I view the world
Images of her
Face, eyes, mouth
Like a fading dream,
Details that grow vague
The more awake I become.
I do not want to forget.
Yet, I do not want to cling to sleep
And the distorted dreams
Sleep brings,
The false prophet of love
I once fallowed
But now lake faith in,
The ache of it
Greater than the joy
I once thought possible.
I walk through the rain,
My tears mingling
With the tears shed by god,
Emersed with the illusion
That sunlight might soon come
When all I see around me
Is the darkness of day
Thick clouds hovering over me.
I walk in the rain,
Feeling its cold kiss
Against my cheeks and lips
And recall a time in spring
When those kisses
Still felt warm.
I walk in the rain
Drenched
A gray ghost in a gray world
A blind man looking less
For through
Than what I once believed
As true love.
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