Gazing Through the Widow

“A window would really open up The place” The builder had said, “Light up the room, You know. Gotta have something to Bring in the light Round here” “Yes, yes, A window would do fine” My dearest replied, So long ago. And sitting here At the window So many years After she had Gone away from me, I am reminded of her. When the sun peeks its rays Around the stoic clouds, And as they make their way, Through the panes, Spilling onto the floor behind, Past my tear-stained face. As I remember Her smiling face, When she sat in the chair beside me Looking out the window, On days such as this. And with empty-headed lament, I draw the curtain Across the window, That was meant to bring light, And happiness Into our home, But now only brings sorrow.