Night Grief

Needless to cry. My days are dry. Those of shine are long gone. now am left alone to mourn. If I had eyes I would have seen. But days like this are unforeseen. She came so lovely and smart. Blindly to me only a tat. Others cautioned; but to me they Pseud and pry. Yet now each night I grief in sly. Then she weren't better than a moth. But in present days I see her worth. Harbor those feelings you see in those eyes. But you let it go....; that's exactly when you realize.