This much I know undoubtedly is true

This much I know undoubtedly is true,
my eyes are robbed--denied of your sweet face,
with every single countless thought of you.

With hindsight 20-20, not a clue
informed I'd fall to this deserted place,
this much I know undoubtedly is true.

In your deep absence colors fade to blue,
in memory's now slow-degrading pace.
With every single countless thought of you,

you fade as every tick and tock creep through,
replenished if your void you would replace,
this much I know undoubtedly is true.

Now your passover's bitter herbs I chew,
as every memory does plead its case,
with every single countless thought of you.

As every waking thought returns to you,
your silhouette with fingers do I trace,
this much I know undoubtedly is true,
with every single countless thought of you.

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos