A million times I’ve shed my tears
Though still her touch I miss.
Without her death, we could have lived
Unbridled in our bliss.
Our future lives were seized by grief,
I’m hostage now to pain.
That jocund voice no longer sings,
My pleas, I cry in vain.
My fingers arch with shaky hands
The letters on her stone.
I’m puzzled why we both exist
Dissected and alone.
For I – with time – shall never rest
Nor ever feel complete
Until that day at heaven’s gate
Where once again, we’ll meet.








I felt this. I am sure she is there waiting.
Thank you Fia. 🙂
Powerfully penned, Tim. Grabbed me by my heartstrings my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I’m glad you liked it, thank you. 🙂
This is a tender and heartbreaking piece.
The rhythm and rhyme carry the weight of grief so gracefully, and the final stanza is especially powerful. offers such a moving sense of hope and reunion – it’s both sorrowful and comforting at the same time.
Thanks for reading, Romaj. 🙂