A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

When he's gone

When my days have been filled by you
When each hour, each second I need only–
reach out and touch...

When you were there!

I did not know–
I did not realise–
I could not conceive–

The empty space that pulls me
The gap in my life that tugs my attention

And only through the mightiest
Concentration
Do I live each day without you.

Trying not to count the seconds
From when you departed,
Until you return.

And once more I need only–
reach out and touch...

You.