Being One
BEING ONE
My head was beside his warm and familiar face
I lay beside him in my usual and devoted place
After a while his breaths became deeper and slower
My heart shattered as he sighed his last breath
Calling his name, I could not concede his life was over
I finally shut down, sitting silent in this empty place
I wept thinking how he will most certainly face
Maybe nothing or everything in his new space
My husband did not leave alone, Oh No,
I was with him in spirit heart and soul
Regrettably I cursed God for taking him
And cursed the heart that had failed him
I wept soundless tears painful and grim
Mindlessly denying his passing
Bewildered, shocked and panicking
I clasped the hands that had been loving,
Reassuring, strong and comforting
Trying desperately to pull him back into living
Oh yes, our marriage was a gift we cherished
It’s ups, downs, highs, lows, we relished
We were the better part of each other
Two became Us, We, Our, then we were One
Time moved on as I struggled and fought
The empty reality his loss had brought
Loneliness has defined my widowed years
Uncertainty became my constant companion
The days of my life showered in grief and tears
I believe, though, he’s with us through thick and thin
His memories revive us and hopefully they won’t dim
I have read, heard said and written Time heals all wounds
Perhaps that is true for others and maybe just for some
Yet why is it that when each day has come and gone
I miss he who was the best part of me, I miss being One?
Carol Z. Zic
Logan, UT
June 29, 2019
Copyright © Carol Zic | Year Posted 2019
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