The Widower’s Dream

The years have gone, but you have not.
In dreams you are alive as day,
And warm as a fire, flickering hot,
While snow around our house does lay.

But this is the vision mine alone,
The blue so vivid, scents so real,
From which people say I must move on
As though I could turn off how I feel

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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