On Monday when I thought of you, <br />I saw you for a while, <br />I saw the twinkle in your eyes, <br />I saw that gentle smile. <br /> <br />On Tuesday when I thought of you, <br />You had a heavy frown. <br />There was no twinkle in your eyes, <br />Your smile was upside down <br /> <br />On Wednesday I thought of you. <br />It seemed you'd moved away. <br />Your image was much smaller, <br />The picture turning grey. <br /> <br />On Thursday when I thought of you, <br />I had a job to see. <br />A swirling mist surrounded you, <br />Hid most of you from me. <br /> <br />On Friday when I saw you, <br />It was just as I had feared; <br />I mostly saw the swirling mist. <br />You'd almost disappeared. <br /> <br />On Saturday I saw you last, <br />A speck inside a blur. <br />I wanted so to bring you back <br />And see you as you were <br /> <br />But Sunday came and you were gone. <br />Blind was my inner eye, <br />Though through the space of nothingness <br />I thought I heard you cry.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diminuendo/
