At dinnertime,
I softly gaze out the window
Into the evening turning black.
I eat my food slowly
And never turn backwards
To let my eyes
Roam into the lonely bedroom.
I’ve spent years alone
Dissolving into ghost;
I don’t want to see a book
Resting at the head of the bed
Where once a woman slept.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dissolving-into-ghost/
