Stained In Flawed Glass ( 2009 )

This is my first alien december
estranged I look through my window
and remember
between the houses to a place
of now dismember .
Gone years we spent
the wind it harbours the past
sometimes it blows
which recalls the scent
my spirit it falls
in final lament
I dream of our carved names in mental cement
forever to last
my window reflects my face at half mast
an imprint
a ghost over the grass
of what went
my pain
is stained
in flawed glass
all windows trap the past .
The events of life
emotions well spent
of a gone husband and wife
outside commotions , indent
decades of apparitions and all its strife
whatever happens isn't always meant
the used energy is rife
the anti matter gets felt .
Maybe we feel the connections
can I peel away the outer sections .
Why do I feel all that I see
is a yestertime  
in it you and me
myself I revile
for my own stupidity .