The cracks get wider from the dry empty air...
Desolate headstones in disrepair...
Doesn't anyone care?
Can it really be 7 years?
Never hearing...Good Morning Dear...
People shy away now when I'm near...
Often with a tear...
Can they ever feel what I feel?
Always a sadness that I might never again?
I was never supposed to go first...
I miss you like a constant thirst...
Loving you was a gift I never felt worthy of...
Then you were gone, and of course I then knew...
My foolishness to presuppose that I would wake each day to you...
Green eyes that could be blue...
As they cried in our joy and pain...
Or like a little girl when it rained...
This bench is becoming my home...
As I ache into my bones...
Mary, I don't want to be here anymore...
I miss my meaning each day to adore...
My Mary...
Who I would carry, when she could not walk...
Then no longer talk...
So, I spoke for us as 1...
On this bench baked by the sun...
At the end you were always so cold...
And I would hold...
The girl that I loved...
When once I whispered to her to be mine, as I dare be so bold...
Im tired Mary, so tired...
Can I come home?
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Very well said, Tayama, but sad. There is not much anyone can say that would lift your spirits, except that it is not us who decide when it is time to go. God does have a reason for everything that happens. It is up to us to find it.
I wish you strength and do hope you will be able to look forward again with confidence.
Thank you. I'm fine. Just a story I made up. I often write of sadness and despair. Its very cathartic for me. God saved me a long time ago from the darkness. I try now to save others. When i write of it, it clarifies for me the pain and suffering so many go through.
Thanks for the clarification. I am happy it is only in your imagination. Same with me, I do write about things that never actually happened to me, but try to put myself into that person's shoes. Love your writing!
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Very moving words which go deep in me as I lost my wife last year, it is the anniversary of her passing later this month.
Andy
an emotional write that conveys that stark reality of living, continuing even after the worst has come and taken all, we once were certain - we couldn't survive without,
so we survived - kept our promise to keep on fighting and our reward... well, I guess we collect that at the end, together with all the meaning left-out in that barren pamphlet we get - when we unpack life,
a great read, thanks for sharing
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