I walk past you everyday. I see you there with the same blank look. Face frozen in a glacial way. Eyes blank in what I can only describe as a thousand yard stare. You sit there. The world passing you by. It looks like you want to cry. A face like stone. All alone.
What caused this ? I ask myself.
I say ‘good morning’. My greeting ignored. My words have fallen on deaf ears. I think, ‘Your haunting memories from all those years. Have caused you not even to blink’. Maybe they have numbed your emotions and mind. The only solace to find. Sitting there with the thousand yard stare. There certainly seems to be no one about to care.
It looks like you have switched off to what’s living about. Just waiting for the day when the light goes out. Being able to leave worry and doubt. Each daily cycle becoming a seamless blur. Going from days into a year. Or so I infer. So how to turn around your melancholy stare ? Move away from quiet despair. To the realisation that there is still a happy life to be had out there ?
27/10/2019
Roger P. Read
Grape Tree Cafe.
Bodden Town.
Grand Cayman.
Lovely poem, Roger, I love the reflection of the last sentence.