JOHN ZILLE

Parting

The house has a stillness, a chill in each room,
Of hurt, and of anguish, and tears.
Of life taken away in a second of time,
Leaving sorrow and dark empty years.

The constant reminders of our life at the start,
Possessions of which we were proud,
Are now things of pain, of tears and regret
Of thoughts dare not spoken aloud.

How could I part with those things that are you,
Oh how can I empty the past?
The good times and bad, the happy the sad,
The journey of life went so fast.

How beautiful you were on our wedding day
How my soul was ...