That
life is not the same.
A
gorgeous weather day deserves
A
little bit of blame.
For
on an early morning walk,
My
lovely daily task,
When
no one is around I can
Remove
the blasted mask.
I
watch the sun come up and pass
Each
restaurant and store,
Pretending
that they’ll open soon
For
business, like before.
As
breezes blow, I picture
Visits
to a town or beach,
Strolling
gaily, eating ice cream –
Though,
to me, that’s out of reach.
For
reality reminds me
That
the life I live now has
Somehow
morphed into an outline,
Missing
color and pizzazz.
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