Posted by MFish

Long were the days,
of fulfilled bliss,
Now our days
are an occasional kiss.

She sits with aplomb,
in sweet splendor.
I see her face,
wanting to surrender.

My sadness, for her,
is just under the surface,
of this old man
thinking of life's purpose.

A perpetual feeling
of lost and alone,
as I leave for the day,
heading to my home.