A Lemon Yellow Hat

A Lemon Yellow Hat The morning light of a new day, cascades through the bedroom window. I am alone. Your pillow is soft, and close by, it still smells of you... barely. I can close my eyes, and pray to see your face, and it still comes to my mind, not clear as before, but faded ever so slightly by time. You are still as beautiful as ever. You have been gone long, but my heart feels it is only yesterday, that you left. I struggle each day, to put things back together, that I know now will never fit... the same or even close as before. I don't want to move on. So I am biding my time. Do not worry, as I am not lost. I am not sick. I am not without motion. I am simply set, on the waiting of things. I work in the garden, the girls and I. They dig things up that I plant. I scold them, but you know that, I... am not a harsh man, and am a huge marshmallow, where those I truly love and claim... are concerned. I melt and laugh and play with them, and they keep me from watching, the clock on the wall, the one in the hall, the one in the office, the watch on my wrist, and even the face of technology, on my phone. Yet the last one bares the visage, of you my angel... and I... on our wedding day. I stare at it often, not to check the time... but to see you with my eyes, and tell my heart, it is not seconds, minutes or hours, not days or weeks or more... but that you are already with me; now, still and forever, even from here to heavens gate.