(tomorrow is now 2 years since Annie died)
Today is the day, my dear, when you left me;
I still remember that phone call, a shock to me:
So sudden, and I had spoken the night before,
And emailed. Now this – the sudden door,
Closed in my face, the news of your death:
So swift, the ending of a life, a final breath;
How I always worried when we slept at night,
Whether you would live through any night;
But it still came a shock, a thief stealing in, unseen,
All the lost time, regrets of what could have been;
Then my hand trembling, fumbling key in lock,
I remember driving, weeping, still in shock,
There to the hospital, to where you lay so still,
As if sleeping, and I wished that by an act of will,
I could say, awake, and you would rise and walk;
But I wept bitterly, no more conversation, no last talk;
And time has eased the burden, year by year,
That sensation of grief, almost so much like fear;
But the loss remains, the photo of you and me,
Still on the bookcase, a reminder that I see,
And so happy memories, your sharp mind,
Those are still there, not shut behind a blind:
Your love of Star Trek, and when I see it today,
I think of you, and I rejoice, this is our way;
My life changed the day we met, never the same,
And the day you died, it was as if I became lame;
I will remember you, until the day that I too die,
And may our ashes be scattered, so together lie.
1 comment:
My thoughts are with you Tony, raise a smile and a glass to a fine woman :)
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