A Sad Affair

Reality for too many!

A Sad Affair

Last night,

in the dark, quiet void,

between sunset and sunrise,

on my side of the bed,

I turned over.

My aching back and stiff hips

made it an arduous journey.

I had been reflecting upon

yesterday;

in fact

upon all the yesterdays

that I have ever known.

I had been ruing the passing

of sprightly youth,

with all of its carefree times,

and reflecting upon

the responsibilities

and pressures, of adulthood,

now departed.

So I smiled gently to myself

as I recalled our warm spring walks,

gardening, cooking, eating,

cleaning, watching mindless TV,

going to the theatre, seeing a film

or watching the barn owls at roost,

together.

You laughing at my non PC quips

and scolding me in the same breath,

as I tickled the cat,

on the tickle rug.

Our life.

Our beautiful life.

So beneath the warm cover

of night's cloak

I reached out

to hold you as I do

every morning,

even though

you are gone.

And I cried

lonely tears,

as I do,

every morning. 

01/02/17

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I adore this - this side of you. So lovingly penned, John...I didn't want it to end!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for your kindness Kelly. Glad this was just a fantasy though.

[Willard Wells]

The vision you paint has so much beauty in truth and reality, yet the pain that is often reached when a true love is gone is so painful. Your presentation of the grief is felt in your work. Thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such longing reflection...such agonizing reality of being alone...to have no one there to share sunset with and no one to share sunrise with...

trying to find a reason to keep on keeping on...
my dad at 97....i picture him in this poem...his life without mom.

j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A sad reality for many Jacob. Hard to go on I guess. I imagined myself one day without my partner to write this. Many thanks.