And Then I Lost Her - Poem by Edmund Calleja
The sensation of death only exists for the ones left here.
Every dear person, upon departing, becomes our protector –
After going through a period of longing,
We should be joyful, since we are better protected.
I lost my pot of happiness
The day my daughter died,
When song and joy I traded
With all the tears I’ve cried.
I can’t forget the violins
Or their wailing in the aisles,
As their echo grieved to tell me
I had now lost all her smiles.
My detached heart kept weeping
Her misery and her pain,
As it sadly tried to tell me
We would never hug again.
My estranged Soul departed
From her cradle of emotions,
A bereaving pilgrim searching
For indelible devotions.
My contaminated happiness
Came limping home to sorrow,
In seclusion and in solitude
Repudiating her tomorrow.
And then I closed my eyes
To seek life and its dark meaning,
For time dulls the most exquisite
Of emotions in your dreaming.
But then again it also softens
Your most heart-rending grief,
As joy and sorrow it erases
Like a stealthy gifted thief.
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