Tears now ran down my face
Threw lipsticks, scents away
With the rest of of her stuff
As I packed the boxes
Before I moved next day
She's no more in this place
But I still remember
A wisp of hair flicking
As she put hairspray on
The way she walked and ran
Looking round, eyes smiling
Lips pursed, her voice's timbre
Willing her to return
I see her hips swaying
She goes about her chores
Wonders about dinner
Pleased if we're out dining
How much for her I yearn
Seldom did I put to mind
As I worked as a clerk
How I'd cope by myself
Alone without my wife
Now my life is so dark
One like her I'll not find
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'The way you wear your hat,
ReplyDeleteThe way you sip your tea.
The memory of all that –
No no, they can't take that away from me.'
Memory is both pain and joy.
It's always nice to read about your wife OE. Fond memories indeed.
ReplyDeleteJT; I do make a disclaimer saying most of what I write is fiction. If my writing is personal I will say so. In this piece I had 12 words to somehow fit in!
DeleteTo find yourself alone must be devastating, especially those scents and little days that stings every day.
ReplyDeletememories are the light in this darkness....
ReplyDeleteA sad loss Robin - may she always be in your heart
ReplyDeleteThey are never totally gone. Poignantly written OE.
ReplyDeleteIt is a sad realization, as an adult, to find oneself inexplicably alone.
ReplyDeleteAh, those memories - sad as well as sweet - and we know we can't relive them again. Very poignant poem, Robin.
ReplyDeleteThe loss of a love is a ripping thing. Life takes them and they take most of our heart with them, leaving us half-empty and screaming with all that's left.
ReplyDeleteAlone without my wife
ReplyDeleteNow my life is so dark
One like her I'll not find
How nice it would have been, Robin! Very familiar situation that ran through history of so many romantics!
Hank
A sad one, indeed, That sense of loss comes across well.
ReplyDeleteOne rarely thinks, during those busy happy years, that one day they will be over. A beautiful poem, Robin.
ReplyDeleteSeamless use of those words.Sad and poignant.
ReplyDeleteThe last line says it all .... One like her I'll not find.
ReplyDeleteLike that half round table.
I reflected on your last stanza and had self realisation in the fact that it's so easy to take a loved one for granted. Whether this piece was fiction or not, I did enjoy reading it.
ReplyDeleteA lovely and touching poem. Well written.
ReplyDeleteOh Robin this is so heart wrenching :( I feel your pain. Sending love and prayers.
ReplyDeleteThis is so tenderly rendered and filled with love. Some of your finest work, Robin.
ReplyDeleteWhat a tough reality. This definitely conveyed the pain.
ReplyDeleteA poignant piece indeed and beautifully written.
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Memories are mostly heartbreaking. A beautiful poem
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Sad. Beautiful poem. So hard to be without the one you love.
ReplyDeleteYes, each is unique, you will not find another just like her.
ReplyDeleteThis poem resonates with me. I've been there, having had a spouse walk out on me. Not pretty!
ReplyDeletevery good.
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