I MISS THE SMILE
Last night you changed the locks
to the room you had kept so well decorated for me.
My key no longer fit.
I wasn’t welcome.
You seemed to think I was someone else.
Perhaps my appearance changed?
You heard the insistent voices of others as mine.
Where shall I go when I cannot go home?
When the locks have been changed
and the warm heart turned to stone?
And why?
COLD AND DINGY DAY
On this cold and dingy day,
the world despicably gray,
I saw from my office window
the sun's golden glow
lightening the fur of the foothill
as if love were real.
Copyright 2000 © Ronald L.Haun
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