Here, alone


Here, alone

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

I stand before you,

your cold polished stone,

crisp and pristine.

You lie deep, earth embalmed,

dust to dust.

It is a harsh reality,

rotting, worm infested,

hardly what I knew,


There is no sadness left,

emotions depleted,

replaced by the macabre

fact of death, decay.

You are not here,

not present

at this grisly scene,

lost in new adventures,

leaving me here,


I stand here empty of you,

memories all there is,

visions of vibrant life,

infectious smiles

and laughter.

All those trinkets,

your memories,

empty on my shelves,

without you.

I never imagined life,

your face not in it.

I never knew

what loss meant,

how it would feel,

until you...


At peace I hope,

you are now

removed for me,

a whisper in a gale.

The flower I brought

is wilting,

dead at the beginning.

Life can no longer

be around you.

So far you are away from me,

I feel remiss

in standing here.

I honour my memory,

a last yearning,

a connection, passed.

Goodbye, until.

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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Jami. Death of a loved one is a profound experience that never leaves us, yet it is transforming and its understanding a valid part of life experience. Thanks for your comment. take care.

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jami l. pereira 5 years ago

Sadly poignantly beautiful , I can feel your sorrow through the impression of your words , wow just terribly sad and heartwrenching , thank you for sharing :)

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