Hay Fever

         Hay Fever

Eyes stinging from spring pollen,
and my throat threatening to swell,
I pretend my heart hasn't fallen
here in this emptiness where I dwell.

I secretly watch you across the miles
and blanket my scars to hide this pain,
I try to catch glimpses of your smiles
to rid myself of this unforgiving stain.

There is only memory of my greatest loss
when I'm left alone with listless thoughts.
Being haunted by the life and love I've lost
Is the punishment I pay to cover the cost.