The face beneath the wide-brimmed hat Expressionless, save where the years Have scored deep lines upon pale skin, Retracing tragedy and tears. As one might kiss a photograph, Recapturing a past embrace. Now locked away in nothingness, Nor even fleeting response find. To still the anger, bear the grief Turned to despair few can deny. Dear God he needs you at his side Because to-day I saw him cry.
Habits Walking After long association, love entrenched becomes a habit, coat-like, easy to wear.
Being strong woven, it suits all seasons, adapts to all occasions, even if at times it has been unnoticed when laid aside by absence. It is much more comfortable then the habit of perfection. This causes irritation to those who wear it, for it needs constant attention, careful inspection, and is quite unsuitable for casual wear. Every morning before dawn I walk down your street, walk past your house looking. Sometimes your en-suite light is on and I picture you showering.