An intense depth
In the room where I lay,
Is deafeningly intrusive,
Chasing desired sleep away.
The absence of the arms,
That held me oh so tight,
Weigh heavily upon me,
It's my companion of the night.
The lack of a slight touch of breath,
Upon my cheek as you lay sleeping,
Stirs within my soul a tornadic storm,
It leaves me uncontrollably weeping.
Stillness in the dark of the night,
No nightly rustling of the sheet,
By your tired and restless limbs,
Evokes a pining for calm so sweet,
The loss of a stolen kiss,
Haunts for now I'm alone,
Oh dear Lord, I ache inside,
The very heart of me is gone.
A shroud of eerie darkness,
Is replaced by a sunlit room,
Yet as I arise to begin the day,
I am imbued by invading gloom.
The void surrounding me,
Absent of love's blessed giving,
Beckons me to follow death's path,
Freed from a lifetime of grieving.
18 June 2006