Not There

The solemn rituals of death are past

And family and friends now step away.

As solitude unchecked beckons at last

I face the first of many lonely days.

I wander through each room, forever changed

Yet with a thousand memories of you

And contemplate a future – frightening, strange

Without my love, my life, to see it through.

And oh! the coming home from work to find

All as it was when morning saw me leave

Not there to move a teacup, close the blind

Not there, the aching void left unrelieved.

We, fallible, must bear a two-edged cross

The fleeting joy of love, the pain of loss.