The Pain Of Loss Poem by Jesse Overton

Last night I laid in bed wide awake
I reached over to your side of the bed, but it was bare
I long to feel the warmth of your flesh
The house is cold and the floors creak and moan
I remember gazing into your perfect hazel eyes, but never again
You used to fill the house with your humming
I'd breathe in your scent when you walked by, but never again
I walk by the park tonight and I could still feel your hand in mine
I saw myself pushing you on the swing, and the autumn wind blowing through your dark brown hair
When I walked by the old weathered oak where we shared our first kiss
A single tear rolled down my cheek
I can remember when you were always there for me
When the doctor said everything would be alright
I remember you by my side
I saw the look of pain on your beautiful olive face
It was a cold November morning in 1958
When you walked outside that mahogany door, and left me here to stay.......