Three Little Words Poem by Sandra Hearth

The three most painful words I can say,
are spoken from grief since you went away.
But not for a moment or a while, no, forever,
I cannot take it in, I will not see you again, no never.
Three small words that leave my lips,
But it's difficult to comprehend how it chokes and grips,
It holds you pinned against a wall of stone,
Stops the air getting in, leaves you lost and alone.
The knot that sits in the pit my stomach, it never leaves,
It calls me daily, feeds when I grieve.
A task like shopping or taking a shower,
And there it is, with its consuming power,
bringing me to my knees as I fall apart,
the tears fall as I break my heart.

You see these three little words mean much more than you may think,
I walk a fine line fighting to stay away from the brink.
Because this is the truth, it is a battle for me,
It is a reminder of the pain of which I'll never be free.
I have no idea when this will pass, what I must go through,
but the three little words I know will never leave are, I miss you!
I miss you like the flowers miss the rain,
And here I am, without you and in pain..
I miss you like the day without night,
I miss you like the sun is no longer bright.

These three little words that have become my shadow,
following me around, wherever I go.
I miss you, yesterday, today, tomorrow, all of the time.
And I don't honestly think I will ever be fine.
So I will accept and do what I must do,
but I will, hand on my heart, never stop missing you.