You were here yesterday And this morning. How can you be just Gone? In the time it takes To blink, or breathe Or turn to look, You left. Now, there is endless time To weep, to rage, To question, and yet Go on. I don’t know how to be Here without you. How can you be just Gone?
Mornings are the hardest: The time of day When you’re just not there. Silence and Emptiness loiter In the cold spaces Once filled and warmed by you, Waiting to slap my face And punch my grief in the guts Just like they did yesterday And every day before that Since you’ve been gone. I will myself to stride past them, Full of false bravado, But then I crumble: I clutch my memories to my breast And weep.
It poured with rain The day of your funeral, We stood, quietly morose, Around the freshly dug grave Roses in hand for a last farewell, And it seemed to fit The mood, the misery, The bleak finality. We said our goodbyes Then left you there, Scattered with roses; The rain kept on falling As we walked away, As cold and grey as the sky.
Tears fall, Can’t stop them, Can’t hide them. You’re gone, Can’t bring you Back again. Why am I always the one who is feeling The pain of the wrenching and tearing of leaving? Why must this pain be so raw deep inside of me? My heart Misses you Desperately. Please say That you won’t Forget me. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Bereft of the light and the joy of your loveliness, Every room filled with the echoes of memories. Never To be the Same again. Tears fall, Into the Loneliness. You’re Gone.
You held my hand for so long Or was it just me holding onto yours? Somewhere, in a sleight of hand, Familiar affection transformed into Holding on for dear life, Interlocking fingers Exchanged for a rescue grip. I beg you to hang on, to not let go, I pray for the strength I lack To pull you back from the edge, For just a little more time with you, And for the courage to be what you need; But you slip from my arms— Whether by choice or the power of gravity, I shall never know— And I watch, helpless and alone, As you fall gently into yesterday Where I must leave you. I wipe my last goodbye from my eyes And hope that when my time comes A gentle hand will hold mine Until I, too, must fall.