April 10, 2013

Presence


You're here looking for someone,
just like you once looked for me.

I see you every morning,
wondering what you see.

I hear your voice at night,
in the car when I'm alone,

you're always in the mirror,
waiting for me at home.

You speak to me each hour,
telling me you're okay.

I answer when I'm able,
there's not much I can say.

Soon you will be gone again,
a lucky someone's wife,

I hope you're not still looking,
like you were in life.

4/6/13