There is a soft breath under this roof,
Darling, it is not yours nor your kind.
I alone wander the ground aloof,
Wondering if you still have me on your mind.
Trapped I am between these tall white walls,
Inside the shelter that once hid us from the world.
They whisper how far you have moved away,
and how long I sat waiting by the hours.
By the fireside, I sit, and by the window, I lookout
And I hope you would appear at the alley that lays narrow,
Before the dark conceal and the fire goes out,
Before the hours fade and the days become of sorrow.
Darling, today is but another day for me.
A day made simple with the craft of your fingers,
I have waited for a couple of stones to be.
A heart, where you sit lifeless.
At the corners I see the droplets forming a puddle,
The horse crossing the field without a saddle,
The lilies of the vase moaned and died,
I sit here and wonder if you still have me on your mind.
Read – Cellophane – A Poem by Hangiriza Benedict, Uganda
This poem was published in the December 2021 Edition of the WSA Magazine
I love it. I miss my husband too. He is oversees for some work. Hoping he would come back soon. Thanks for sharing.