i miss you poem

since, if you stood by my side today
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
dear wife
those black eyes i once so praised
i cannot always feel his greatness
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
a pen of steel
i loathed you
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
above them all, looking down
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
it was the autumn of the year
there were three in the meadow by the brook
when a deed is done for freedom