Madeline, My Madeline
Oh, Madeline, my Madeline;
I know not where you are;
I lost you, nearly a decade ago;
and searched; near and far.
I always return to our empty house;
where bugs and spiders dwell;
missing my artist and loving spouse;
my heaven, transformed to hell.
Now, you’ve become a heavenly host;
tho I feel your energies here;
others may imagine you as a ghost;
if you are; then please appear.
Whenever I go to a store to shop;
you follow me down every aisle;
within my chest, is a massive knot;
tho I try my best to smile.
Often I leave; not making a purchase;
it’s your love, I have in mind;
I keep hoping your spirit will surface;
long ago; you left me behind.
I continue shopping in other places;
hoping I’ll see you somewhere;
scanning each store for familiar faces;
expecting to find you there.
Eventually, I turn around to go home;
but, where might my home be;
wherever I go; I’m still all alone;
I no longer feel I am me.
Monty 8.20.25. # 2,929