A diagnosis as ghastly as could be;
An empty space where you should be.
What I'd give to hear you complain once again
-Of elbows and knees bumping in the night,
-Of noises and snoring as we got older.
I'd give it all to retain some of that past,
-Where our love-making was young and bright,
-When our bodies were so much bolder.
I know… oh, I know.
It's the way life is, it's nothing new;
Except when it's happening to you.
Now I lie here…
And at 4am my arm drapes over to your side,
And there is no you here.
There - is - no - you - here.
My life-long love will never be here again.
I just lie here…
March 27,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Highly emotional with a painful flashback but such is the way of life. We feel helpless: There - is - no - you - here.