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

[Forest Green]

Tenderly romantic; lost in thoughts of another one. My favorite is the first half, the play of the lighting...wonderfully done.

Thanks for the send.

Forest

[Marie]

Excellent. Simple, yet deep. Great work!

[Anne Martin]

This is really good! Excellent, in fact. First rate!