Weeping Again!

You look at me sometimes
through a frosted stained glass.
I feel your blue eyes probing
my long-forgotten past.

Now only half-remembered
unspoken questions wait
for long worn-out answers.
Should I leave them by your gate?

I look at you sometimes,
shake and weep and shiver.
Is it me you want to see
grimacing in your mirror?

When all is said and all is sung
spare a thought for one
who loved you more than Life itself
and left the world undone.