One Last Day

My eyes open wide. I don’t hear a single sound.
It’s time to get up and see if anyone is around.

The house is quiet and it’s really dark inside.
I’m wide awake so I’ll just look around, I decide.

No one is up. My wife is fast asleep in her bed.
I seem to be very hungry. I want to be fed.

I’ll make up my bed real nice and neat now
I guess I pull the sheets smooth, though I don’t remember how.

My clothes are quite a puzzle. They snuggly go on me.
Fitting right over my P.J.s so I can be ready for company.

I want to go for a walk, so two coats and a red hat will do fine.
It’s nice and warm outside, I think it must be summertime.

I noticed a swing set, all rusty outside sitting all alone.
Were there ever children out there, and have they all grown?

There are pictures of people all over my room.
Faces I can’t remember, even a bride with some groom.

Outside the window is green grass, flowers and trees.
Who planted them? I didn’t because I think I’d sneeze.

Did I eat breakfast? My stomach seems empty to me.
I’ll eat an apple, some toast, have an egg and tea.

I peek into my wife’s room, and tap, tap, tap, on her wall.
“Honey I love you, I love you honey." I quietly call,

It’s time to visit Max today. I like having coffee in his den.
He seemed to have a wife once, but I can’t remember when.

My chair looks comfortable. Before I go I’ll just sit a spell.
I bow my head and quickly go where sweet dreams dwell.

 This poem is part of the story about Vivian in Prose.