Without her

Its about what a husband feels after his wife has left this world....who died in his arms

Her picture without her presence
like a shadow under no light
her pillowed place Without her
Usurped by desolate night.

Her comb,lifeless without her hairs
nothing else could bring it to life
the way it used to roll through
piercing the plaits like a blunt knife.

Her dress without her
like a rainless cloudy day
The tossed empty space Of cloud-rack
whence the moon has passed away.

And what about me
Hollow like a bamboo without her
like a living dead with moving hands
I can just write about her.

Her memories in my mind
like the sweet breeze of spring
that I want to live again
Cause my lost smile is what it could bring.

My very soul,very much lost
My heart can't beat in this chill
In her absence,the sides doubled
darkness up the labouring hill.

And my love unfulfilled
the love that I gave her,like I want to give now
She forced me to promise to live without her
But I just don't know how...

Reviews

[Marie]

So very sad...you portray the emotions of this man who has lost every thing and must live with his wife's empty comb and her empty dress...and his own emptyness...

[Balkaran Sidhu]

Ya so very sad.....
Thanx