That Black Empty Void

  I see her at the top of the stair
in a brocade gown and flower-full hair
  As I approach she disappears
and leaves me alone in a void of unknown

  As now I stand at the top of the stair
that black empty void fills me with despair
  Wondering if shes here or there
a pillowy cloud or a fiery lair

  Why why oh why is life so unfair
why why why why should I even care
 I've tried and I've tried to just grin and bear
the pain and the anguish of a lost love so rare

  This is the ode to the love of my life
taken so young though to ease her strife
  With terminal illness her body was rife
but oh do I miss you my wonderful wife