Thw Writer

The Writer Sometimes I sit here wondering what to write. Do I write about you? How losing you shattered my life, Or do I write about you in the present tense? To fool myself and the reader, Into thinking everything is still ok. Shall I reminisce about the day I proposed? Or how life used to dance in your eyes, And I felt so complete. Do I let my pain and anger flow into words, Hiding my tears behind thin scrolls of ink As I confess my sorrow? Maybe I’ll write about someone else, So for a moment I can live their life And hide from mine. I know, I’ll write about a sunset, Or a morning cup of coffee! That seems safe. No, that won’t work. A sunset reminds me of your beauty And you died in the morning. By Brian K. Walters