A sombre day made only for reflection, <br />every second lasts the longest hour. <br />My mind a trap for kindest moments <br />is a garden full of every kind of flower. <br /> <br />Each petal holds the key to recollection, <br />that dementia does it’s utmost to devour <br /> <br />Thoughts are weightless like the kiss of rain <br />I feel no pain, shed not one salty tear. <br />You left me for other side of darkness <br />taking all but memories of year to year. <br /> <br />While the chattering of time grows fainter <br />just me and only loneliness to fear. <br /> <br />My ring the once substantial band of gold <br />A symbol of our hope in poor disguise, <br />that together we would live forever. <br />Now is shrunken to one third its former size. <br /> <br />But sometimes I remember when as lovers <br />drowning in the blueness of your eyes. <br /> <br />I struggle to pierce through glib elusiveness <br />Sweet peace of mind where can you be. <br />Do you hide in age and its decrepitness. <br />have mercy, take me back, let me see. <br /> <br />I feel my loved one near, but have to wonder <br />does he see my confusion, or me, as I used to be. <br /> <br />Roan Apr.2008<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-used-to-be/
