I have thought of another woman,
Another woman who's not you.
A woman with grey eyes to entrap me,
A woman with a wit to challenge mine,
A woman with a smile to entrance me,
A woman who's unafraid of the aging time.
A woman with a benevolent guile,
A woman who would never get sick,
A woman who would never make me cry,
A woman who won't cross river styx.
A woman who's not you,
A woman of whom you used to be.
YOU ARE READING
when did I last smile?
PoetryI long for you. Yet your gaze lingers on another's. Poetry, short stories etc. All owned by my sad sad heart.
