Love And Loss Poem by Elizabeth Tyrrell

For those lowly souls who think they have lost their love. You don't understand the meaning of the word loss. You don't know the definition of thee word love. I used to know the meaning of both, but that was before I died. I don't know those words anymore. The reason I died is because I killed myself. I couldn't take the feeling of loss anymore. I lasted almost a month without my love. I was barely hanging on by a thread in the beginning and in the end my heart fell from the thread and shattered on the concrete below. Just as my body fell from the building and spattered my blood onto those who watched me fall. Now I am with my love. I watch over him and try to make him feel my ghostly presence. He never seems to feel my hand caress his cheek at night before he falls asleep. Or the kiss I place on his lips before his alarm goes off making him wake from his beautiful slumber. My love had left me and tried to come back, but I rejected his love, and now look at me. I'm in that box that will soon be buried in the ground. My love won't let anyone tell me goodbye. Won't even let me be touched except by him. He says I'm only asleep and I keep trying to wakeup for him. If only he knew I was still here with him. Even now I stand by his side trying to tell him I'm sorry I left him like this and that I love him still. He's crying and I can't wipe away his tears. He's calling for me and I can't answer. He's praying to God to give me back to him and all I can do is ask the same. Even if it is only for a day my love will be able to see me, feel me, and hear me. I just want to tell him my love for him is still there and still just as strong.