Fading

The reflection fades
In the bright glass before me.
I remember a time
When you could see nothing at all
Through its lonely shield.

Now streetlights, leaves
The wall, not so high now
Raindrops and the cars beneath them.
Shadows play across my face
Shrink from the image outside.

A cup of coffee, behind me,
Offers no love, or help for pain
As I stay alive

Man Looking For Jazz

There's a man looking for jazz
But I've lost my way
I miss your smile
Waiting for me in the past

Migraine, tired head
Just rice to eat
Stay plain to avoid an upset.
No coffee, no music,
Hibernating for the summer.

Now the man picks up
His bright red saxophone
Taps a rhythm with his foot,
And feels the sweet tones once more.

All I do is sleep to numb the pain.

And now I wake
To find a world forgetting
And daring me to give in.

With only, I think,
Your sweet hair
And tender limbs for help
Waiting for me in the past
Wonderful, then
That this is more than enough.