How hard I try to forget you, my love,
To box those memories,
And ship them away,
To paint black the walls that hold,
The snapshots of our youth,
How hard I try to blot your face,
Your scent from my clothes,
I drink sometimes to drown my sorrow,
Laugh too much and sleep too little,
It means nothing,
In my nothingness I travel alone,
To mourn your loss,
Days and night barely crawl,
Old and greying,
Your absence now weights on my chest,
Four decades of togetherness,
Mock me in old age,
Our children have children,
And they call my name,
Grandpa, tell us that story again,
What was grandma like,
When you saw her for the first time?
Darling, my memory fades each day,
By your death bed I cried many tears,
Not for you,
But for the last years of my life,
I would spend without you.
4 comments:
Wow.
You have beautifully captured the pains of an old man who mourns the loss of his wife.
Bowing with respect ^:)^
wow.. immensely beautiful.. and the grandpa part was fabulous.. :)
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@Seeker, I am glad you enjoyed reading...this particular poem I was witness too.
@Rachit...thank you so much, all grandpa's if they don't kick the bucket bef their better halves go through this phase of pain and acute lonliness...its like a curse in old age :)
true love stands for ages, and how sweet it would be to narrate his love story to grand children.. Wow.. Superb thought but it is sad, so let the old man attain peace soon..
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