Life In Slow Motion

Inch by inch and frame by frame Slides spin and flip in light and dark, Pass before the moist-eyed filter, Snapshot memories creeping by. In wordless modes I mouth his name And visualise pushchairs in the park, Feel the world tilt out of kilter As tears skew each mourning eye. An hour times five or fifty years, It matters not the length or span Endured being of my creation, Love of woman or wife. The seconds, endless souvenirs, A sweet slow motion caravan Through desert dreams with affirmation: Love is love and life is life. So much I love, so much I miss The joy of he who would be mine If not for random happenstance, The fate that I bemoan. Yet I have learned to live with this, My grief with fellow stars align And for these others' circumstance I do not cry alone...