A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

She's not there

I will not express the loss
I will not!
Everything will be as it was!

Though she is so very far from me
And I cannot but hurt every second of every day
That I am away from her...

All is well. There is no pain
We are both fine
Everything is just as it was!

Yet though I try to hide it
I cannot hide it from myself
That I feel the aching loss every second of every day
That I am away from her...

A busy mind, things to do–
Concentration
Will make me appear fresh and new.

But every waking night I stretch
Across the bed, hoping to touch her
And nothing reaches back.