God did not mean for us to be alone, the
days seem longer than grains of sand by
the sea; nights longer than stars in the
Heavens when the opposite side of the bed
is cold next me.
Tears flow, laughter’s slow; no one there to
challenge the spirit to live with a certain blazing
flare; the joys are now beyond reach, floating
far beyond the nearby reefs.
The truth burns brighter, the earth is no longer
at its best, friends are few; relief comes when the
sun is absorbed by the deep waters to the west.
When one’s eyes are closed and reach for that
invisible hand, speaking softly where only one
can hear; finally fading eyes close, it is only
tomorrow that one fears.