This is the other extreme of someone's presence... My Dad passed away in 2000 and I saw how his death affected my mom... I wrote this poem from her perspective... I tried to capture her feelings with words... I don't think I even cames close to it... those who've lost a spouse / partner would understand my mother's loss better than I ever can... Please do leave your comments
Your Absence
Morning has come again, I open my eyes,
Hoping to see your face beside me...
Once again I am filled with despair
For your pillow is again empty.
You went away that day, reluctant to go -
You said that you'd return earlier than I'd expect.
I waited for you - I'm still waiting for you,
For you are mine in every aspect.
You said you loved me - we'd be together forever;
You promised never to leave me;
I still believe you'll come back -
Your absence is driving me crazy!
I still feel your presence, I sense your existence -
You can't be seen, but yet you are with me.
Every week I visit the gravesite -
Can't believe you are there alone without me...
Your Absence
Morning has come again, I open my eyes,
Hoping to see your face beside me...
Once again I am filled with despair
For your pillow is again empty.
You went away that day, reluctant to go -
You said that you'd return earlier than I'd expect.
I waited for you - I'm still waiting for you,
For you are mine in every aspect.
You said you loved me - we'd be together forever;
You promised never to leave me;
I still believe you'll come back -
Your absence is driving me crazy!
I still feel your presence, I sense your existence -
You can't be seen, but yet you are with me.
Every week I visit the gravesite -
Can't believe you are there alone without me...
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