Poetry

New Perspective (10/9/23)

Rearranged my room today
That used to be ours
Need a new perspective
My desk in the corner
A new view
Outside

And I sit
Mug in my hand
Looking out the window
Through the steam
Rising
Distorting the view

Wool socks on my toes
Cardigan wrapped tight
Poor substitute
For your arms
Around me
Snug

Light a candle
Watch the flame dance
With the air
Releasing
Sweet perfume
Mesmerizing

Cold, black nose
Nudges me out of my reverie
Begging for attention
Scratches under his chin
Or rump
Simple pleasures

I wish my life were
That simple
Like it
Used to be
With
You

Now I’m watching
Darkness fall
And my tea has turned
To wine
And my heart
Still hurts

The new perspective feels the same.