Moment of Weakness.

Up early, not really

Couldn’t sleep well last night

Room’s chilly, not really 

The warmth in me died.

And so I cried, but then what

After my tears have all dried

I pause, and then dawns the thought

Of you, that I have not.

I find myself weak

In the knees at my age

Shiver runs me spine cold

I can’t feel my face

Closed eyes to see you

And just you embraced

The lids hold as I do

Your presence, solace.

Curious, I wonder 

What you’d be upto

I miss you so much

Guess you do me too

Here it comes, the moment

I rush to the scene 

A corpse lay there rotting

My love once had been

A mare of the night 

Trots me into the day

I strengthen my being

Pen the pain away

That is what life has

For better or worse become

Hopeful yet shying

I sing words these some.

Everyday past the 7

The mark that’s been left

A moment of weakness

Utterly bereft.