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
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