Without You

A poem about how love lives on after death

Without you

 

 

Lonely

In the hours of darkness,

but for that tiny opening

that permits the warm glow

of the streetlight to enter

my cove.

Light reflects shadows

onto my wall,

that tiptoe across the room.

I lay awake, studying them,

forming silhouettes in my mind.

A spider spins

Its delicate web,

so fragile

In contrast

to its surroundings.

I think off you,

of us,

I wonder if my fragile heart

can survive this world without you.

Thoughts of you rob me of sleep,

however, I do not wish for sleep to come,

unless by chance in dreams we meet.

I place a pillow where you once lay,

and gently stroke your phantom face.

I inhale the trace of scent you left behind,

it lingers In the quiet corners of my room.

I close my eyes,

keeping what tears i have left from flowing.

I sense your tender touch

upon my cheek,

your sweet words

that whisper in the darkness,

telling me everything will be all right.

Reviews

[The Nude Writer]

Simply lovely poem. I am a fan :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A excellent poem. Those lonely nights open our mind and heart to miss the warm body near. Flow of poem and powerful lines in your poem held my attention to the last word. Thank you.
Coyote

[Wondering Mind]

Beautiful writing; gentle but sad. Some very wonderful expressions.

[dilettante1890]

Very gentle and romantic. Lovely!

[Orlando Murcia]

Beautiful poem
You did a great job
in writing this wonderful
piece

Great job continue writing

Orlando Murcia

[fireblossom]

Beautiful hearts are the worse for wear in this world. Separation hurts.

We know why she is without her lover - death. She imagined she would spend fifty years more each morning in bed.

This is a very effective poem showing the delicate world of the womans sweet heart.

[Cal Vance]

I love these kind of poems,they always touch my heart,very well done,your are so beautiful!!!!!

[AK]

Doesn't happen very often but I watched this unfold as I read through it. I could see the street, the building, the room, even the spider. It felt warm, maybe from the old radiator against the wall... but awfully lonely.
I love it when I experience a piece of writing like that. It makes me know that it's really, really good.
Welcome to the Cafe. Keep 'em coming!

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is very sad. It reminds me of the lonely
hotels we find in sad corners of the world.
This poem is the essence of loneliness.
The melancholy lonliness enhanced and strengthened
by nostalgia for a lost love becomes almost unbearable.
Thank you for the reminder of a place most of hope to
avoid, now and in the future.
Beautifully written.
---- Eagle Cruagh

[IMOGEAN]

Great job. Keep writing!

Imogean~