Laughter echoing in the past, filling this empty house
with whispers of death that have taken you from me for-
ever.
Falling asleep in front of your picture, when getting
into bed, being wide awake all night.
Unable to dream of you, death has even taken them away,
this mind always thinking and remembering you anyway.
Yet your image no longer comes to mind, only when looking
at pictures of you do I see and feel the love of all our
years together.
Otherwise, feeling only the emptiness and abandonment
haunting me day and night.
Writing poetry, remembering you in each one, brings your
image to mind vibrantly, smiling, loving me through the
words I write for you daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heart wrenching penning but with all the truth behind. The loos of any loving person in this mortal life is so painful and irrecoverable which persists till the end of a life.