There are moments when complete panic rushes over me
Realization…you are truly gone, not coming back…not coming back
Gone…gone…smiles in photographs, kisses and hands held
Love notes written on tiny pieces of paper stuck to the bathroom mirror
In the refrigerator, on the steering wheel of the car…love notes…
Self-portraits…your voice, whispers endearing words everlasting love devotion
Eternal muse…eternal connection…twin flame, soul mate, husband
Repeat over and over…you can’t build your home in the cemetery Trilby
Jerry would want you to be happy – Jerry would want you to find joy
Jerry would want you to move forward…move forward…
One day, one word at a time…one step forward two steps back…
In the quiet of the night when nothing seems to matter, when nothing can
penetrate my sorrow a distant, yet clear voice speaks softly,
“…Hi babe, all's well, don't worry…I love you Trilby…”
Only then sleep takes my heart and we enter a temporary place of peace…
© 2008 Trilby Yates
No comments:
Post a Comment