Listen My Love To The Words I Do Speak Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

Thine death was a heart break, the likes of which I have never known.
I feel as though I were buried beneath the earth with you my love.
However shall I go on with life without thee?
I will never again be happy, nor shall I even try.
At home I lay thine clothes out on the bed beside me at night.
Still I lay awake yearning to touch thee one more time.
I awaken in the middle of the night, listen for thine sweet laughter,
forgetting ye are really dead.
The sky no longer seems blue,
The water in the lake is black, and still.
Why, my love, did ye have to die, and leave me?
I shall pine away till we are once again united in the beyond.
My heart no longer feels as though it will carry on much longer.
Wait for me my love, for soon we shall be together forever.