My Thoughts Turn to You

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I don’t think of you often, except when I do a glimpse of a Klondike bar reminds me how we used to buy those for you sugar-free and the memory brings tears as if a violet mist had suddenly formed in front of my eyes other memories slide in pushing t...

I don’t think of you often, except when I do
a glimpse of a Klondike bar reminds me how
we used to buy those for you sugar-free
and the memory brings tears as if a violet
mist had suddenly formed in front of my eyes
other memories slide in pushing this one away
your smile a beacon reminding me of
sunrises we caught together the sky brightening
as purple clouds tinged with orange and the
sun peeked over the horizon
my sleepy eyes wanting the darkness to stay for
a few more hours so we could slip into bed

and now I skip the sunrises and the mornings
when your voice would be telling me current
events as you went about your routines
and I forced myself to wake and join you sometimes
so I could feel the energy you emoted
Or on days when I remained half asleep
you cooking eggs for yourself —the smell remaining
as a reminder of your presence
the pan and your utensils in the sink
left as remnants of your lonely repast
and now I sleep through sunrises and wake to the
middle of the day when morning is over
no smells of eggs loiter and thoughts of you are not present
except when I look around the room
and remember each day you are not here

and so the day begins as sunlight fills
the bedroom and I wish to slide under covers and
sleep until memories of your face and your voice
no longer flood my head and the stark reminders
of your loss are not around my space
And though I kid myself into believing
I can accept you are gone
What I would give for the feel of your bearded face beneath
my hand and the brush of your lips on my cheek.
copyright 2016 by Barbara Ehrentreu

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