It's bluest cold and darkest grey <br />And you will never pass this way.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />My suit and tie of mourning black, <br />Are too late to be taken back. <br />Again. <br /> <br />Beneath the turf in somewhere town, <br />The local priest has sent one down.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />The distant steps and muffled cough, <br />Are all now heard a long way off.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />That silent grace and sweet soft smell, <br />Are now a part of living hell.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />Odd chance remark and open heart, <br />Will brutally now tear apart.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />I catch another fleeting view, <br />The empty chair is full of you.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />Your slippers rot before the fire, <br />Your gloves are full of razor wire <br />Again. <br /> <br />The shirt you wore for valentines, <br />Will never more share soap with mine.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />I miss your presence so damn much, <br />That feeling absents every touch.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />If I could only place you back, <br />Your light would pierce the darkest black.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />I miss you, miss you, hold you there, <br />As others talk so unaware.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />This heart and what is left of me, <br />Is now wide open, plain to see.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />Your leaving took the whole of me, <br />The latest, cruellest tragedy.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />Tomorrow I will realise, <br />That survival equals compromise.. <br />Again. <br /> <br />What of this life where good things go, <br />To leave us floundering here below. <br />Again.<br /><br />Neil Graham Marsden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-again/
