His Name Poem by Edwina Reizer

I cannot say his name anymore.
For I grieve. My heart is sore.
How many times have I said his name?
Oh how easy to my tongue it came.
I did not have to think it through.
When I said it I did view
all about him that I loved
and now his name I have shoved
to the back of my mind
for it's easier I find
to not say it aloud
just cover it as a shroud
and pretend it never existed.
For years I just persisted.
He was everything for so long.
To me he was eternal song
that sings melodies oh so dear.
And now all's quiet in my ear
for he's gone.

Gone are his face, his eyes and chin.
Gone are the hands I reveled in.
Gone are the strides that he did make
that never again will he take.
Remembered on every passing day,
remembered in a pleasured way,
remembered now in life's hollow game.
It's hurtful now to say his name.