A cry in the dark

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say,
But what do they know of the way I feel,
With no word from her as night follows day,
No sign to show that she hears my appeal,
Just a cold silence that cuts like a knife.
She vowed that her love could not be numbered,
That we would be one to the end of life,
Her love so strong it could not be sundered.
She said it would be only a little while,
Before she returned to be by my side,
A promise sealed with kisses and a smile,
Finally to be my eternal bride.
But she is gone, and all is hopelessness,
And numbing pain to fill my emptiness.