Fenny's Bla Bla Blog

Though empty tomorrows

can hold an uncertain promise

our story had been told

We said our goodbyes

wearing warm feelings and smiles

but inside our hearts had run cold

Against all odds

I never saw you again

except for once

but as tall shadows hid me

I just sat there silently

watching you enjoy a hearty lunch

You looked so good

better than I remembered

in the warm shine of that midday sun

and I didn't want you to see

what had become of me

this slightly let-herself-go mom

Vanity-driven I wanted to look my best

whenever we would meet

and not get caught on a bad hair day

but I sure would've loved to hear your voice

and today I regret I made such an idle choice

For here in your casket you lay

and though my varnish has severely cracked

I sit here picture-perfect

on this old hardwood bench

trying so hard to remember

the rich and lovely timbre

I'll never hear again

©2008 Fenny