The Sun works it to another day
Why it had to be today?
The coffee I drink starts to mourn
Why does it repeat your name?
From myself hide away…
Try to be with you again
*
Feel the pressure at night
With the stars start to fright
What to do with this love?
Even with my bed, I fight
And I stay alive to cry
And I stay alive
*
Things just won’t be the same
I hadn’t figured it out
Wish there weren’t these clouds in the sky
Hope they would go away
*
The room has left me aside
Where you would always laugh
Love, I can’t enter that place
Your ghost has locked me outside
And on the mirror of the bath
I only see you reflect
I ask when my spouse died
No response, What I expect?
*
I miss you.
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Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed this poem, check out another work that talks about grief and loss:
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Comments (2)
Oh, all of this hits me...I relate a lot here.
And I stay alive to cry. That line hit me so hard. Loved your poem!