When I longed to stand beside you,
When I reached out to take your hand,
I turned and looked
To where you stood,
But you were no longer there.
If I cried a thousand years
My heart, It would not heal.
My soul would yearn,
But never learn,
To accept
That your not coming home again.
Only you could cure this heartache,
Only you could take my hand,
Open my eyes up,
Make me see,
make me understand.
Oh, how I cried,
When it came time,
To say that last good-bye.
I stood there,
As I stand now,
Refusing to believe,
Refusing to see,
That you are gone.
You will never be
Coming back home to me.
I kneel and I touch,
The fresh mound
Of dirt at my feet.
As I look up,
Through tear filled eyes I see,
The name upon the stone
That marks the grave,
Of the one I loved,
The one that left me
All alone.
It was always you
Who would wipe the tears from my eyes.
It was always you
Who would comfort me
Under cloudy skies.
It was always you
Who would cheer me up
When I was down.
But now you are gone,
My heart is broken,
My tears abound.
How will I ever go on without you?
How will I learn to survive?
Who will wipe away my tears,
And comfort me under this cloudy sky?
I feel that every breathe I take,
Will be my last within this life.
Emptiness fills my lonely soul,
You took my spirit with you,
The day
That you died.
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