The Eyes of a Fly

At the store counter, ready to pay I look down at my left finger When I hear a stranger say, "That's a beautiful ring." I smile at the sad reminder: All We had is gone Before you died, I pictured you Sitting in your room alone Even then the pain was strong Now, It seems too hard to bare Knowing that apartment room has long been empty Since you're not there anymore As I walk out of the store, I fight Feeling tears build behind my eyes So much to go through I'd call you to talk to you If you were only still alive Sometimes I picture you're staring back at me Through the eyes of a fly on my wall Or a noisy cricket chirping on the step As I sit outside writing once more You always were an observer Just watching life go by But I watched yours end Which is why I pretend You're with me all the time