No,
You can never have him back.
The tears start to flow,
No matter what you do,
No matter how much you try,
The pain is always there,
Like a dented rack,
Whose notches turn,
From my flesh into my blood
More painful every day,
No matter what I do
Nor what I say,
The pain is always there
And will Never go away.
No,
You never recover,
From love and loss,
You become like a stone
That gathers no moss
Against a painted sky,
The day all stars were lost,
And all hope had to die.
Poignant and heartbreakingly beautiful description of loss Sandra. I love the last two lines especially. It certainly feels like we never recover and I admit life is never the same. But I did recover and now I feel the presence of the beloved everywhere. He is never more than a breath of love away. Thank you Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch. This one hurts. A talented writer with the gift of enabling others to feel what she is trying to convey!