You were my first cup of tea after work
You were the shower, washed the sweat and dirt
You were my well-thumbed naughty magazine
You were the newspaper in the morning
You were my birthday, Christmas, and New Year
Yours was the music that I loved to hear
You were a warming, sleepy blanket
Last night’s clothes still lying ’round it
You were my adventure playground
Familiar as my hometown
You were a holiday by the sea
Pizza, wine, and Sicily
You were the only one I’d choose
And you were all I had to lose.
Wow, got so caught up in the feel-goodness, that the last line kind of snatched the earth out from under me for a few seconds. It is for this reason, one can never truly possess or be possessed, I think..lovely sad lines, thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all fear the loss of the person we love the most, it's human nature and you describe this feeling so well here. Ruthie