My days dream of your return
My nightmares are of your leaving
You entered my life full of sound
Listened to the crazy man I am
Then left without a goodbye
Trapped in this blood’s ebb and flow
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you
It is forever winter in my soul
There is no hope of spring
Thanatos is a cruel thief
To take you but leave me
As I die with each day I’m living
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you
What trial need I finish?
What deadliest path by far?
Tell me and I will take on any challenge,
If it but gains us a few mere moments more!
Tell me! I beg screaming into the yawing silence
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you
I who once thought to have everything
Find myself bereft of all
You were our voice
I am now the silence after your echo
That goes on without you
Seasons come, days go
The eternity remains in the end
And I still miss you
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dVerse ~Poets Pub | OpenLink Night #216
Raivenne-lations 
I like it. It’s a more robust grieving than I feel. I’ve lost two of my men. Each time it feels like walking through autumn leaves that have completely dried out and as I walk through them they fall to dust. Where there were once leaves is now only earth and debris of lives lived and loved. But your words still vibrate with life, and memory and love. I prefer your method to mine. Well said.
Oh, I’ve walked that dusty path, once. I prefer to dwell on the leaves in the trees, rather than the ones withering on the ground. We’re all to be dust in the end.
Thank you, Gay.
Your words are poignant and beautiful
Thanatos is a cruel thief indeed, leaving us with a massive void to fill, but all we can find is emptiness, and how we yearn for the one that is lost, stolen from us.
All we can hope for is for peace to return, and we (then) strong enough, celebrate the life of the loved one who remains strong in our heart, our memories.
Anna
“Celebrate the life of the loved one who remains strong in our heart, our memories.” It’s was a long dusty trek to get there, but I am on that road. Thanks Anna.
Gosh such palpable yearning in this!! The repetition of “I miss you” makes one realize just how difficult it is to lose a loved one and how painful it is to carry on living in this world.
It is difficult, but we carry on, for the other choices are to dire to contemplate. Thanks Sanaa.
The mourning is so strong, yet the living is stronger,,, somehow this is a burden many of us carry, there comes a parting of ways and we have to go on… life is a series of partings… blessed are the meetings.
Grief marches to its own drum. All we can do is keep pace.
Nice description of an eternity of missing someone.
That is deathly silence ~
It is forever winter in my soul
There is no hope of spring
We miss the ones we love so much but when they are here we don’t always treat them so well.