You Were Here. Poem by Roger Cresswell

You were here.

I know, because I loved you.

But the place where you were,
no longer taken by your warmth,
sits empty now. Filled only by memory that my heart cannot bear.

Hours spent, absent sound,
empty of your laughter.
Redundant, unshared and unwanted. Useless in the face of your leaving.

With unrelenting cruelty your face grows distant, the details elusive.
But I kissed that face, caressed that face, knew, that face.

Death has cheated memory of even that gentle comfort.
You're gone, irreplaceable.
My heart is broken and each aching day, is unmended.

But you were here.

I know.

I love you.