Look in the
mirror
There’s nobody to
check now
You, me or each
other
How can I beat
this?
You relied on me
each day
But now you have
gone
It is the
pressure
And the sadness
of parting
Unbearable loss
We met in the
spring
Wed in that
glorious summer
But loss does not
end
You still have
substance
And you still
call out to me
Your scent
lingers on
Lovely poem, but somehow very sad.
ReplyDeleteThis must be very hard to bear.
ReplyDeleteI don't think one ever overcomes the death of a beloved spouse.
How beautiful, I'm happy for you that there is not end, even with loss.
ReplyDeleteA wise man once told me that the only way not to lose your loved ones is to not have any loved ones or to go first.
ReplyDeleteLife gives no happy options at the end, but it does give us happy memories to treasure.
Powerful, sad. Like the ending, I hae written several about scent triggering memory, more so than the others senses
ReplyDelete"Your scent lingers on" fills me with sadness. Parting is hard, and memories live on!
ReplyDeletebeautiful. sad...but beautiful. I'm a firm believer that no one is truly gone; we carry them in us always.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is sad but full of love and remeberence.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute.
Very touching write.
ReplyDeleteWe met in the spring
Wed in that glorious summer
But loss does not end
...true feelings indeed.
Exquisite emotion here. Sadness for what is lost, tempered by memories of what was. Just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSuch loss.. irreplaceable..and rightly still present in your life..maybe words are another way of calling people and things back into being..giving them a different kind of substance? Jae
ReplyDeleteI cannot decide if the speaker has lost his/her love to death or separation, but either way this poem is powerful and thought-provoking. Something about us lives on after we're gone. Enjoyed this very much!
ReplyDeletea loving aubade, with sweetness
ReplyDeleteand love evident.
Scent is such a powerful connector to memories. And your words held great depth. I can imagine that will be a scent that WILL linger on. Well chosen words to go alone with the senses!
ReplyDeleteI read this and thought of my mother after dad died. Now she is gone too but the memories for both linger.
ReplyDeleteI think sometimes you pull the words out of my heart. In the closet, where his suits still hang, yes - his scent still lingers.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
i have experienced a loss where i clung to the few things still carrying his scent. this is sad, yes, but beautiful nonetheless.
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this is truly beautiful.....!!
ReplyDeleteWoww...so beautiful and touching....
ReplyDeletea haunting love poem to one who is gone. Reminds me of a line I saw on a gravestone - not lost. But gone before. *sigh*
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