Cheryl's Gone My wife passed on April 11, 2007, with the only poem I've ever attempted below and put to paper on January 16, 2013, after a mere couple of days thinking it over. return -> <- return |
I keep on trucking with no direction. Standing here leaning against my place the winter sun in my face. I wonder why I'm still here, alive, even sometimes I think I'm fine. I lost the love that was my life. We were alone together when she left. Does it help that I was at her side at the moment she died? A little, maybe a lot. My life was good, never any real problems then my wife, my best friend, was no more. Nothing but memories so it seems. Although nothing is new now, I just keep hoping somehow. I've filled my emptiness with things but never really filled it with anything. Today is nearly perfect but it's actually just another day then maybe another day will follow. No future...just now but I believe there may be a connection. |
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