Haunted
It was one of those moments
when my mind wanders
towards
what was
and the last day
of your life.
Those moments
if we would have known
would have not been wasted
with idle conversations
about the weather.
It should have been endearing moments
where each breath exhaled bliss
like the birth of life.
Sitting in your favorite chair I fold
my yellow laced handkerchief
tattered and fraile
along with the memories of you
and I tuck it away neatly
for those unexpected
moments
least expect it.