Another night
Molly said
between the sheets
of a cold bed
where emptiness
occupies the space
where you laid your head.
Another day
Molly said
wondering where death
has taken you
from my sight and being
with just a bleak day
and dark clouds for viewing.
Another hour
Molly said
listening to idle gossip
on the radio and TV
none of it’s about you
or your importance to me.
Another minute
Molly said
Treading the water
of my life’s routine
to keep me sane
knowing I have lost you
and will not to see you again.
Another second
Molly said
of the clock’s tick tock
and the hand’s motion
full of memories of yesteryear
and deep sad emotion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem