Imagine How I Would Feel
Words have failed me, often falling silent
though they're shouted out within my heart.
And spoken meekly, never violent,
they've struggled with what to say from the start.
I’ve rarely said “I love you”, though I do
for that devalued phrase makes love sound cheap.
And though I seldom voice my love for you
my affections run impossibly deep.
Thank you, for you making me all I am,
whatever good you found, you magnified!
And made me feel, I'm worth a tinker's damn,
standing beside me, always on my side.
Dying hurts when one soul splits into two
yet I cannot be there to ease your pain.
And it’s hard, for I know you're hurting too,
my soul has passed on, yet yours must remain.
I dare not imagine how I would feel
if you died and rose to a higher plane.
But I have faith, I believe God is real
and He'll reunite our souls once again.
(Quatrain)
Dec. 24, 2018
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