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Bones
The house beckons for you, as if she is welcoming you to a home that is no longer yours.
There is food in the pantry that will never be eaten, movies that we will never watch.
Your chair will never be sat in again, and It as if you are haunting the whole house.
We are the remnants of the dead, plagued by the loss that was you.
Your side of the bed will remain untouched, carefully leaving the imprint of your last slumber.
We are tiptoeing around the house, as if it is the graveyard lain with your headstone.
Your chair has become a mausoleum of sorts, your scent trapped inside forever.
There are things that will never be done again, simply because the reminder of the pain is too great.
I will never hear you laugh again, or argue with you about what goes in the fuel tank,
I will never smell the scent of your cigarettes, or hear the off key singing of our songs,
Because you are gone, never to return. And yet it is I, who feels as if I have left earth.
There is food in the pantry that will never be eaten, movies that we will never watch.
Your chair will never be sat in again, and It as if you are haunting the whole house.
We are the remnants of the dead, plagued by the loss that was you.
Your side of the bed will remain untouched, carefully leaving the imprint of your last slumber.
We are tiptoeing around the house, as if it is the graveyard lain with your headstone.
Your chair has become a mausoleum of sorts, your scent trapped inside forever.
There are things that will never be done again, simply because the reminder of the pain is too great.
I will never hear you laugh again, or argue with you about what goes in the fuel tank,
I will never smell the scent of your cigarettes, or hear the off key singing of our songs,
Because you are gone, never to return. And yet it is I, who feels as if I have left earth.
Published 19th Feb 2021
Author's Note
He's been gone 64 days now, and I sometimes think this great feeling of loss will never fade. And then I am reminded of him all over again and I realize that it never will.
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19th Feb 2021 9:47am
There was parts of this that I just related too so hard at the moment. I think what was most endearing about the piece is the reminder that grief is an ongoing process, and one that we must all find a way of dealing with. It escapes no one.
There was so much tender emotion packed into this little piece. Thank you for sharing.
-M
There was so much tender emotion packed into this little piece. Thank you for sharing.
-M
19th Feb 2021 1:34pm
Oh this aches ... I am losing my father to lung cancer ... its so resonates ... *cyberhugs* ...
