Day After Day

She looks down in the hole, freshly dug in the cold January ground
Maybe she should  jump or maybe just let herself fall?
She screams over and over again but no one, even god,  hears the calls
She asks over and over why take him from her….a new hurt never felt is now found


She’s in agony, her heart bound with a pain she never felt before today
All she can do is close her eyes and allow the agony to take hold and never fade away
His face, his scent, his touch seems more than a million miles away
The pain that brings her to her knees turns to hopelessness  in a haste


She doesn't want them to know, to see her  for what she’s become
A little girl, although grown, with no sense of where to go or whom to hold on to
As thoughts begin to race of him, she cant help it as a bitter smile shows on her face
Oh how mad he would be if he saw how she was at this moment, what he would do!


As dirt is getting tossed into his grave,  her sunshine fades and will forever stay away
His last heartbeat was also hers….she never thought she would ever see this day
How dare god take him away from her, didn’t he know, didn’t he see?
She cant face a tomorrow without him, there was just no way this could be.


He gave her strength, held her up when she couldn’t stand alone
She remembered begging god to take her with him, a life without him she’s never known.
From a little girl with pigtails to a woman with a family of her own
There just has been no other way, no way to go without him day after day….
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Chachere Avatar
February 8, 2010 at 7:43 PM
You write beautifully long poetry.. keep writing. -Always Lynette
Melton Avatar
December 18, 2009 at 2:08 PM
I think it's a beautiful poem from a tortured soul,that makes it sublime.dark and lovely,pain and beauty.I like it.
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