Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Mourning
I imagine tears vividly falling,
plop into a basin as I clean the floor
Heaves of cries as I do the laundry
Mourning what we had
But vision is important
Without vision, we perish
And two is better than one
Three more so but only if intertwined
We are already perishing
Unless you regain your sight
I have nothing more to say
And will walk into the sunset.