I shall not love again, as in my youth, <br /> Nor find the comfort of our middle age, <br /> Yet from Life's book is missing one last page. <br /> And now I must confess I hid the truth. <br /> I could not let them hear your laboured breath, <br /> Nor let them see your anguish and your pain, <br /> Nor let them see my tears that fell like rain, <br /> Nor watch me, as inside I prayed for Death. <br /> I cannot let my feelings go; to grieve. <br /> For since the death my whole world fell apart. <br /> Now anger seems to fill my broken heart. <br /> Why did you have to go? Why did you leave? <br /> The pain goes with me; stalking me at night <br /> Like some vile monster; felt, but never seen, <br /> It follows me. It makes me feel unclean. <br /> I know that I'm afraid, but why the fright? <br /> Ours was a love you could not often find. <br /> Each touch, a fond embrace for me to keep. <br /> When darkness comes, I grieve, no more to sleep, <br /> For you have left this earth, and me, behind.<br /><br />Edythe V. Piccione<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-leaving-3/
