two days,
since you are gone
I toss and turn,
my thoughts churn,
sleep evades me,
thoughts invade me,
I feel the empty space,
where used to lie your face,
I look at the empty pillow.
and watch the curtains softly billow,
and I long for you to come home,
my thoughts again begin to roam
and my hands feel the air,
trying to breathe in your scent
from the place which for me was meant,
and then comes the startling thought,
if this is my state,
in just two days of your abscence,
what will I do?
if God takes you first?
how will I slake my thirst?
for your warmth and caring
the loving and the sharing,
and I think,
I will see, when the time comes,
meanwhile......
let me enjoy,
every moment filled with joy
and wonder, and love,
and I thank the God above
that He made you, for me
just how it was meant to be,
two souls, one entity,
me for you,
and you for me.
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You have described a scare in me perfectly. What will I do if I am not the first? Very well done, Arti.10.