Your Eyes Still Closed

 

You left me fifty years ago

 but I still write to you today

 

Feeling those things that never age

 as my thoughts have turned to gray

 

You walked out never looking back

 and left me standing there

 

My heart in pieces, the future gone

 with no one left to care

 

New days have come, old days have gone

 the seasons change and weave

 

But in every memory I see your face

 —your eyes still closed to me

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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