Every time the phone rings and it's not him
An empty longing is awakened
Every time husbands come home to teary-eyed wives
Or countdowns to those days begin
That heaviness returns
He was my best friend
The medicine for every ailment
Somehow he made everything all right.
Empty arms, empty heart
I must carry on
Aging memories,
Many letters,
Those are the remains of he and I.
The sun will rise
It will set
But he will never return to me
New memories are born
Other tears will be shed
But he will always be the true keeper of my heart
Eternal slumber cannot be undone
Nor can regretted silent words be spoken
I must carry on
Fading dreams,
A single old birthday card
Dog-eared and fragile tucked safely away
Those are my life-lines on days like today
Somehow, I must carry on
Clinging to the past won't bring him back.
Letting go is painful
The final step to gone forever
Wilted heart, an aching soul
Someday, I must carry on.

Wow. Very intense. Your humanity is so clearly reflected in this piece

Very touching... such is the life of a military loved one...

How beautiful, Smurfy, so sad and so beautifully descriptive of your grief.

Very good write!
{{{{Hugs}}}}