Untitled as of yet

a poem by Colette
written the eve of May 16, 2012

I just wish he would talk to me

Guess they got married

Not something I could do

            No

I’d fall apart from the memories

            that would fill the sacred space

Between me              and            you

My black cat knows my soul

            is drifting

And he brings me a ball

            and cries out                        until

I am brought back to my land of today

            Crying

Hoping tomorrow will bring me luck

I’m just doing what I always do...

            entertaining

I’m still the jester

            puttin’ on the smiles for anyone

and everyone

who wants to collect some

    But it’s yours that I miss

and you look into my eyes

            only through a picture

and instantly mine fill with tears

            of the yesterdays I can’t correct

                 of the today that is still missing you

   of the tomorrow where I will be

            smiling            laughing

     but still longing

for the day I can hear your voice

            again

and feel at peace