Her soft face

A woman looking down
on all i do, say and touch
when i'm with you in that room
and i never forget for long.
Perhaps you can, perhaps you do
but it makes the sadness deeper
each time i glance
at her loving, tender eyes
looking down from that shelf
looking out for you.
It makes me feel worse for the things i do
to myself
and you.
Some mornings my mind wakes up and opens
before my eyes do
and in those little moments
I treasure the pleasure
of imagining where i might be
and what i might do in the world that day
when my body shakes off it's slumber.
Then after that i see the room
and have that feeling again...
as I lift up the blind
to see what kind of light
the sky will shed,
then i turn to you
steadying my breath and my temper
and each time i make that little effort
to level out my emotions
it allows us to share a moment that untangles us enough
to move through the morning
without too much grief..
and whatever comes
she is always there
with her soft mouth and tender eyes,
your eyes
looking down.