Number 7 — A Year Goes By
During April of 2020, author Terri Deno posted daily prompts on the web using either text or images to inspire people to write for National Poetry Month. Here my take on here seventh prompt, this phrase: a year goes by.
A Year Goes By
It feels as if I’ve stared out this window forever.
Today, light paints the distant forest a dull gray,
Though there is little difference between this day and any other.
The path leading from my door
Is the same one used when she left,
Walking away, never looking back.
I had hoped for a change of heart,
A change of mind,
Enough so to try again.
I haven’t given up that hope,
And so, I sit and watch,
Forcing myself to believe in that possibility.
It’s pleasant to imagine her return,
As I do each morning,
Smiling up at me, looking different somehow each time,
Surrounded by flowers,
Sunlight glistening on the dew,
Accompanied, perhaps, by a bird singing its song.
I have neither heard a bird sing,
Nor noticed any flowers sprouting from the uncut weeds
Since her departure.
I sit, a prisoner of my thoughts,
And before one realizes,
A year goes by.
— K. R. Smith
If you’re looking for previous poems in this completely-unrelated-by-topic series, you’ll find them here:
Number 6 — Just the Facts
Number 5 — Decisions
Number 4 — The Looking Glass
Number 3 — Seasonal Affection Disorder
Number 2 — Eight Blades of Grass
Number 1 — Angel, Devil, the Battle