She Is Gone Poem by Victoria Hardy

As she lied down there peacefully; so beautiful
How dreadful to think about the years spent apart
In this hell called life
When they could, at least, transfer each other
A power like nothing else by simply
Hugging, glancing
Journey of life always leaves one hurt behind
Was he guilty?
They belonged together nevertheless because
He was who understood her the best,
Her biggest love, her soul, her fire,
Her dreams, her magic, her forever
The one being she would most love to
Have children with

At least children could remain
Of this great, immense love
What remains now? Other than
Stories; invisible words lost in the pages of history
Or nothing but black and white photographs

History speaks in photographs
And photographs speak in eyes
And eyes speak in silent words,
If you look close, they tell the story of a great love
As well as the never-ending truth; the inescapable

She lies peacefully now as the world goes on the same
Men the same, incorrible,
Life the same; with much anxiety
The photographs; only remnants
Of that unconditional, innocent love

She is gone now,
He is left alone
Nobody to understand him
Or else to take risks

He had left her without a single explanation
Without logic, without reason
That is life, these are its stories
Always some victims to be affected
To be left in sorrow
Yet she was too much of a delicate soul

Some tales remain to be told
With the protagonists, despite all odds
Photographs can never speak the same words
The sea will never have the same waves
After she departed this world

He weeps in sorrow now,
will miss her dearly every day
Yet the time has passed now
He will be waiting to meet her
In nowhere but heavens each day