This Wounded Heart

I wrote this following the death of my husband.

Every beat of my heart
forces life through this gaping wound
where once you lived and loved
and had your being.
Unhealing, it festers until I am overcome
with the agony of missing you.
Suspended in time, I wait for recure
that does not come.
Until the moment when reviviscence,
"in the twinkling of an eye",
returns you as bidden...
it bleeds still.