Alone

Alone

Arms reaching out seeking an embrace,
A reflection in the mirror, is all I’ve got.
Summer breeze softly blowing through the window,
Your warm and soft breath, it is not.

Beautiful flowers blooming everywhere,
Each a varied image, of your face.
But the beauty gradually fades away,
And the weeds, take their place.

The lady at your perfume store,
Knows my name, and why I am there.
From a distance she sees my approach,
And your smell, fills the air.

The ripples in the lake spread outward,
A power my tears, will never have over you.
Echoes from my screams of agony return,
Something that you, will never do.

Joe McLaughlin
10/31/05