i see your face, your eyes gaze
and know there's a heart just below
that's broken beyond any
words that i can key here
the downturn of lips and
slant of wrinkled eyes
furrowed with sorrow says
all that your heart can muster
to pump up your flushed cheeks
against the realities of loss
with futures uncertain except for
the loss of the past...
fresh, wet, blurry, as
near as self is to self
if only i could wipe your soul
like a pair of grimy glasses
with a fresh handkerchief and
gingerly slide it before your eyes
so tomorrow came with colored clarity
time...time...only time will show you

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-23