Graham

I shall be sorry

From every widow that I look

For all that I have failed to do for you.

One, 

then another

Day 

goes by

Making a year and more,

Changing nothing

Why is there

Any

Expectation?

Waking at night,

Sleeping at sunrise,

I turn on this cold bed,

Breathing the cold air.

Where you are

Is something

I do not know

Why did I look

To see you there

And then

Not look away?

Yet, were that day today

Knowing all this

I would look again.