In my widowhood, we are
Still a couple, a couple
One of whom has absented
Himself, you know who you
Are, we were two, and so
Close in everything we did,
I am doing some of those
Things alone now. I am a
Widow, without that guy I
Miss, when will I, will I be
Just me alone, doing the
Things we, a couple, had
Done, me alone. Not a widow
A single woman, who will
Not forget who you were or
How it felt to do those
Things when we were a couple
A single I on her own, with
Memories of all the things
Category Archives: memory
Homesick
Do I know what makes me
Homesick?
With you gone, it's you
I miss you.
You who was always my
Home, my heart,
You were my hearth,the
Comfort
Of home is no comfort
Without
You. It is your warmth I
Miss.
I crave the comfort of
Home.
I miss you now that I am
Not by
Your side, I miss the part
Of me
That disappeared with you.
Our home
Is not my home anymore
It is not
What it always was, what
It should be,
With you no longer here.
Homesick,
It's wanting it like it
Was
