A poem
The house feels empty
now that you are gone.
Just the ticking of clocks echo
through the silent rooms.
I wander from one to the next,
a ghost haunting my own life.
In the closet, your clothes still hang
as you left them.
I bury my face in your shirt
to catch a fading scent of you.
The blankets on our bed are cold
without your warmth beside me.
Outside, autumn deepens.
Leaves drift down in surrender.
I watch them swirl and dance,
remembering past falls we spent
together raking the yard.
Your laughter still lingers here.
My steps grow slower,
each day a plodding journey.
A dull ache settles into my bones
that no pills can cure.
The markets and parks seem lonely
when visited alone.
I look at my reflection,
startled by this pale, bent woman staring back.
When did my hair turn to silver,
my skin grow crumpled and thin?
Time moves too swiftly now.
My heart is weary, ready to rest.
I imagine your embrace
awaiting me beyond the veil.
Soon we will stroll together again,
the autumn leaves falling
around us in golds and crimsons.
Our next great adventure waiting to begin.
Until then, I keep you close,
counting the days.
