Saturday 1 July 2017

I still remember


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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26 comments:

  1. 'The way you wear your hat,
    The 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.

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  2. It's always nice to read about your wife OE. Fond memories indeed.

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    1. JT; 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!

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  3. To find yourself alone must be devastating, especially those scents and little days that stings every day.

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  4. memories are the light in this darkness....

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  5. A sad loss Robin - may she always be in your heart

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  6. They are never totally gone. Poignantly written OE.

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  7. It is a sad realization, as an adult, to find oneself inexplicably alone.

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  8. Ah, those memories - sad as well as sweet - and we know we can't relive them again. Very poignant poem, Robin.

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  9. The 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.

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  10. Alone without my wife
    Now 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

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  11. A sad one, indeed, That sense of loss comes across well.

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  12. One rarely thinks, during those busy happy years, that one day they will be over. A beautiful poem, Robin.

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  13. Seamless use of those words.Sad and poignant.

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  14. The last line says it all .... One like her I'll not find.
    Like that half round table.

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  15. 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.

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  16. A lovely and touching poem. Well written.

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  17. Oh Robin this is so heart wrenching :( I feel your pain. Sending love and prayers.

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  18. This is so tenderly rendered and filled with love. Some of your finest work, Robin.

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  19. What a tough reality. This definitely conveyed the pain.

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  20. A poignant piece indeed and beautifully written.

    Come Whirl with me!

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  21. Memories are mostly heartbreaking. A beautiful poem

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  22. Sad. Beautiful poem. So hard to be without the one you love.

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  23. Yes, each is unique, you will not find another just like her.

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  24. This poem resonates with me. I've been there, having had a spouse walk out on me. Not pretty!

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