Gazing Through the Widow
“A window would really open up
The place”
The builder had said,
“Light up the room,
You know.
Gotta have something to
Bring in the light
Round here”
“Yes, yes,
A window would do fine”
My dearest replied,
So long ago.
And sitting here
At the window
So many years
After she had
Gone away from me,
I am reminded of her.
When the sun peeks its rays
Around the stoic clouds,
And as they make their way,
Through the panes,
Spilling onto the floor behind,
Past my tear-stained face.
As I remember
Her smiling face,
When she sat in the chair beside me
Looking out the window,
On days such as this.
And with empty-headed lament,
I draw the curtain
Across the window,
That was meant to bring light,
And happiness
Into our home,
But now only brings sorrow.
Copyright © Davis Mills | Year Posted 2022
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