Stories always seem to end in loss, walking through
empty houses, looking out and seeing nothing, no
future, no love, no one there for us anymore.
Love of a lifetime cherished and held sacredly in
heart, mind and soul, now being left with those feelings
within, no way to share them since our loved one is gone.
Devastated and alone in grief, an absolute and total is-
olation, taking us into the pits of hell on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem