Remains
What does one do when one’s reason for living stops living?
A partner for life, and now that life is ended.
The easiest solution, it seems, is simply to give in:
Reminiscing and missing all the things you and your best friend did.
Sit in her chair and despair at the fact she’s not there
Weep until sleep kindly creeps up to take you away
Find tasks to distract you, so you don’t rue the seat that’s now bare
Feel no sense of achievement as you get through yet another day.
What’s there to live for, when you’ve lost the one thing to cherish?
Where’s the hope for the future when the best stuff is now in the past?
It seems wrong to long to be gone and just wish you could perish
But there’s no hope in just coping when your mind is a flag at half-mast.
i'm used to a cheeky tone from you, and this one put a lump in my throat :) and for all those who'll read this after me - read it out-loud, trust me, it's worth it!
I'm reading out loud, as advised, and, whether aural or cerebral, this poem hits a raw nerve... raw, honest, and downright beautiful.