Friday, June 3, 2011
Thirty past three,
there were only number's and letters
reflected from my eyes
tons of tiredness slides down my eyebrows
until nothing I could see
but total darkness
I looked at the untouched mug of coffee
sitting on top of my table,
I was sure it was cold as ice...
My bones started to crackle
and my stomach begun to grumble,
I've missed lunch...
When I was about to take a step
and travel the ethereal splendor
of moments I've spent with my love,
the refined sound stopped my thoughts
from stringing our sugar-coated memories...
I heard his angelic voice
and my day turned to
the reigning day of all my days,
like what he always did
So I took my keys,
got up and left..
my dearest husband,
never failed to check
if I had my lunch.