Posted by
Matthew McCluskey on Monday, August 06, 2007 2:07:31 PM
I received the news a month ago,
and ever since my world’s been black,
I still can’t believe my best friend,
and husband is never coming back.
No words can seem to bring you near,
nor send you farther from my heart,
and I still regret those words once said,
that “only death can make us part”.
For it shall never separate,
the love that we have hued,
from where comes its power to claim,
the only life I ever knew?
I used to feel such anger,
for those cowards with no face,
who took you from this earth,
yet with your loss came also grace,
and the memory of your words –
that if death should be your fate,
you’d send me all your love,
so that I’d never learn to hate.
In you there was such strength,
good men are always a breed to few,
every night I close my eyes and feel,
like I’ve lost the only one I ever knew.
You should see our daughter’s smile,
how she still waits for you at night,
and crawls inside her bed to pray,
for you and those against which you fight.
Some words she doesn’t speak,
because she doesn’t want me to hear,
reminds me of the time you said,
that “prayers are made of what we fear”.
How prescient your words now are,
during this time of forced regret,
as I must now come to face,
my only fear – which is to forget.