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I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
creep through my fingers and the monn is bright
beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
like gypsy moths that dance around the candle flame.
And I wonder if you know, That I never understood,
that although you said you'd go, until you did,
I never thought you would.
Moonlight use to bath the contours of your face,
while chestnut hair fell all around the pillowcase,
and the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
a sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead
never thought the words you said were true,
never thought you said just what you meant,
never knew how much I needed you,
never thought you'd leave, until you went
morning comes and morning goes with no regrets
the evening brings the memories I can't forget
empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs,
and empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
creep through my fingers and the monn is bright
beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
like gypsy moths that dance around the candle flame.
And I wonder if you know, That I never understood,
that although you said you'd go, until you did,
I never thought you would.
Moonlight use to bath the contours of your face,
while chestnut hair fell all around the pillowcase,
and the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
a sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead
never thought the words you said were true,
never thought you said just what you meant,
never knew how much I needed you,
never thought you'd leave, until you went
morning comes and morning goes with no regrets
the evening brings the memories I can't forget
empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs,
and empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
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I absolutely love this, Bob. It means a lot to me on many levels... I can relate to it in terms of past long term relationships--one was my marriage--and I was the one who finally left-- But it also reminded me of my son\'s death--we knew he was sick, that he might not make it, but we always had hope that he would (at least I did--I guess his sister really didn\'t--she was less surprised when he died than I was.- she\'d been preparing herself since he first got sick.) And what \"death\" actually meant--the word is so abstract when you think about it before hand--just like thinking about your love possibly leaving for good--but you can never imagine how that will really feel until it happens. Before my son\'s death, I sort of imagined the possibility of his death like a door closing and being sealed shut. Sort of a , \"Well that\'s that. His life is over, The End. I had absolutely no idea how much it was going to hurt. i knew we would miss him, but I had no way of predicting the agony we would go through.
Many of the moms on my FOR MOMS ONLY site have a tendency to think the grief of losing a child is the very worst grief of all. I don\'t don\'t know--maybe it is--but I\'ve met some widows and widowers in my face to face grief groups who had been married for 16-to 50+ yrs, and from what I saw, they felt very lost with out their partner, and in their own way they were every bit as devastated as the moms I\'ve met who lost children. And I think what you are writing about here is a kind of grief, too, even though it may be a situation that has become somewhat reconciled to.
Thank you so much for sharing your writing--hoped to read more of it.
Hugs, Cherie
You are really talented to be able to write such an heartfelt poem. Very nice.
that was beautiful, so glad you shared,,peace Nora
from a fellow poet, i take my hat off to you. that was really very poignant in it\'s simplicity yet universal feelings and experiences. were you writing from experience? regardless, it was very moving on so many levels.
you are so talented, and once again, i\'m SUPER thankful to call you my friend.
love always,
Jo