Losing You

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One moment I sense you sleeping beside me,

As the curtains filter the morning sun's glare.

A moment of tenderness, as I reach out towards you.

Then I remember; you are no longer there.

 

The love of my life had just vanished,

As walls came tumbling, down to the ground.

A realisation, gradually forming,

That, never more, will I hear your voice sound.

 

No more will we discuss the tomorrow.

No more the odd acrimony.

No more the close kiss as we 'make-up'.

Our life together is now history.

 

Our children, of course, have their own lives to lead,

And they now live so far, far away.

They are so devastated by your sudden loss,

And they will comfort each other every day.

 

But my life has become so unbalanced,

I'm lopsided, like a newly born calf.

How can I continue, or recover,

When my life has been cut in half?

 

Time, they say, is the only great healer,

And, slowly, I'll take up the thread.

And I'll be able to recall all the good times.

In final acceptance that you are now dead.

 

There will come a time, I am certain.

I know it, as I put this poem to pen,

That you are out there somewhere, just waiting,

Until we can embrace each other, once again.

 

by For Lorn.

 

Dedicated to those who mourn.

Author: Trevor Durbidge   Copyright 2001 [TJD].   All rights reserved.  Revised: October 30, 2007 .

 

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