You’re gone, and all that’s left is nothing but memories,
Memories that lead me to silence and tears.
I miss your arms that hold me tight,
Your snore that fills our room at night.
You’re gone, and I can no longer stare at you as you sleep,
But thank God he lets me see you as I weep.
In dreams we talk and laugh together.
There I can say I love you more than ever.
You’re gone, and I feel so weary when I’m alone.
Wish you were here and would come back home.
I’m hurting and longing for your touch.
Why does parting have to hurt this much?
You’re gone forever, and we are now apart.
I’m filled with pain that breaks my heart.
You used to playfully sneak behind the door.
Those lovely eyes I see no more.
You’re gone, and I terribly miss your voice,
Your laughter that fills the house with noise.
Your absence makes me feel so blue.
My life is empty without you.
Your more than welcome Chris.
I’ve found some lovely poems but don’t like to bombard the site with them. I do enjoy reading them and they are so meaningful, but do make me cry, But how easy is it for us to cry now?
Take care x
Every time I hear my late wife’s name or anything she was really interested in, I seem to get so teary.
I totally appreciate the fact that you say that you don’t want to bombard the site with these poems, but I personally found reading your first poem so moving. It articulates my feelings and it gives me a degree of comfort. And I can only assume that I am not the only one that would be moved to read them too.
Your Smile
Though your smile is gone forever, and your hand I cannot touch
Still I have so many memories of the one I loved so much.
Your memory is my keepsake with which I will never part
God has you in His keeping, I have you in my heart.
It’s sad to walk the road alone, instead of side by side
But to all there comes a moment when the ways of life divide.
You gave me years of happiness, then came sorrow and tears
But you left me beautiful memories I will treasure through the years.
As I sit in Heaven and watch you every day
I try to let you know with signs that I never went away
I hear you when your laughing and watch you as you sleep
I even place my arms around you to calm you as you weep
I see you wish the days away begging to have me home
So I try to send you signs so you know you are not alone
Don’t feel guilty that you have life that was denied to me
Heaven is truly beautiful just you wait and see
So live your life, laugh again, enjoy yourself be free
Then I know with every breath you take you’ll be taking one for me.
When I try to take a break and relax in my busy life
My heart, it does ache, and all I think is how I miss my wife.
It hurts me so bad, all this pain inside
Thinking of the love we had and the tears I have cried.
I think of the places that we went to, how I love you with all my heart
And all the things we didn’t get to do, but most of all how we have been torn apart.
I miss you so and love you still
I did not want to let you go, but I tell myself it was God’s will.
Every day I see things you’ve done
It is lonely without you here.
When I get home I will post the one I wrote. It was spoken at the service for my wife.
One night I couldn’t sleep, still can’t to be fair, and it just came into my mind. I sat up and scribbled it down as quick as I could.
I wrote loads of poems to my wife, I’m old school, and believe that romance doesn’t stop just because you are married. My poems won’t stop now even though she can’t can’t hear them, but if she is out there , she will see them through my eyes and feel them in my heart.
Your poem is still beautiful so thank you for sharing it. Credit to you.
Thank you, I would love to read it.
Do you post your poems on here?
I sit up in the early hours of the morning, when I can’t sleep, reading poetry on the internet (very tearful).
I have shared several on here and they are appreciated.
So sorry for your loss, I know what your going through.
It will be 24 weeks on Sunday that I lost my Alan and I still can’t believe it.
One day we will remember how lucky we were to have known their love with wonder and not grief.
xx
