Emptiness encroaches every minute
My soul enveloped by the lonely hours
Waiting, yearning and praying for the day
death reunites us...hopefully, within the week
Time is punishing me with languid months
Like yesterday...but it's been now a year
Love left too soon; pain lingered long...all year
I walk in shadows, tortured every minute,
plagued by unrequited love's wretched months
My heart breaks when the clock strikes; chimes the hours
Days rapidly become week upon week
I'm In purgatory... trapped in that one day
Immediately, I knew the first day
Our future I had planned, mapped out the year
Love's rich bounty was ours; we basked that week
I can recall every precious minute,
how we made love for what seemed to be hours
Inseparable, happy... contented months
I fell beyond the realms of sense in months
My heart, it was seized that very first day
Your quick wit; fine physique, filled my many hours
I fear my obliterated heart won't last the year;
dying.more each day...each hour... each minute
Memories taunt me... through my bleak void week
If only I could rewind that last week;
go back and frequent love's majestic months;
preserve, cherish every wondrous minute;
hold you close in the night... your hand by day
Create a slide show, a scrap book of our year
Write a novel about those love-drenched hours
I want to stop dead the clock's spiteful hours;
eradicate any new hour... day... week
I wish to travel back to our precious shared year
Erase grief's stark stain; its long, lurid, sour, mournful months
Prevent what happened that odious day
Freeze frame; save you from fate's chosen minute
It took hours to die slowly... to bury two months
A week of despair... in a state of denial for days
A year of tears... stabbed twice within a minute
© Debbie Razey 2014
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