“Original version of this poem posted here on October 25th as “Come February”. It was in the 1st person. Rewriting this one in 3rd person, from my perspective, shifts the essence from feeling personally sad to feeling empathy for another.”
wishing wishes
for those days
when life made sense
thinking thoughts
that tear at him
for the things
he failed to be
how he does desire
the damp dreary days
of february
when his forlorned
fallen face
is commonplace
when no one intrudes
to question
what’s the matter
when they see
the tears he cries
there come no why’s
because all around
are caught up in the blues
oh if only
she could find it
in her heart
to forgive
this sadly lost
and broken man
who much too late
understands
he was a fool
and in his sorrow
understands
love will not stir
but how he wishes
ill-tempered weather
would occur
to drive the joyful
all around him
to indoor spaces
so he’d be spared
the pain
of smiling faces
and the bitter
bitter memory
of losing her
