Trying

I keep bringing up the things I should have done;
you are no longer listening.
To be fair you should
close the door and lock it.
I am really lost, but
I am trying.

I have a family to remember,
an image crafted so close to perfection
it is a work of art.
I gave them what I could.
I barely see them now
but not for want of trying.

Just so things are clear,
in the light of day, I see what I have done.
I try– repeat prayers, wait for answers.
Waiting is what I do,
but the horizon is a straight and empty line,
beyond, there is no one left but me.

Richard Rubin is a retired librarian and library educator. Recently he decided to try and publish some of his current poetry, and he has been fortunate to have work published or accepted for publication in The Dunes Review, Great Lakes Review, Green Silk Journal, The Main Street Rag, I-70 Review, and others.