Years and Tears and Fears

How many years has it been
since I've seen your face?
Since we've shared a grin?


How many tears have I cried
 without  your shoulder
absent of  pride?

How many eyes have I looked into
searching for a glimpse
a glimpse of  you?

How much time
and how much  space
does it take to erase

the memory
the memories

of a perfect love
of all that's true

of all that's me
of all that's you?


by: Wendy M. Z.
talawenzee 2012