Days Grew Colder …
The days grew colder when you left
icy winds froze my empty heart,
sun does not shine in my window,
I no longer know when days start.
Ticks on the clock pounding my head,
the night is day, day may be night,
it makes no difference really,
it’s the kitchen bulb or daylight.
Coffee taste is only sense left,
no need to wash the cup anymore,
it’s never empty – what the heck?
out of coffee, gone to the store!
Be back soon, welcome home from trip,
sorry to be so dramatic,
it’s those darn silly soaps I watch,
where drama is systematic.
This poem is about a few minutes in the life of a person whose spouse has gone on a business trip. It
represents how important it is to have faith in one’s self and be a whole person. Lover’s may complete
each other, yet when one is alone they should be able to carry on with day to day responsibilities. It is
so important to love and take care of thy self. It is also important to not run out of coffee, especially
when you expect your beloved to come home any minute.
© 2019 Phyllis Doyle Burns