For Winnie

For Winnie
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 92

As the night fades out into morning light
I feel your stare hold me blankly in sight
The numbness of grief is now my embrace
As I know you cannot truly love me
But I am not bereft, just out of place
For the crumbs of comfort, though stale of taste
I know there can never be nothing more
And such a love would simply be a waste
And worse than empty passion of before
Perhaps, I’ll return with my senses chaste
To share the joys and sorrows from my core
I know you will always be here each night
Silent friend ignores all yet sets it free
A divine thing is a teddy bear’s grace