December

It's bluest cold and darkest grey
And you will never pass this way..
Again.

My suit and tie of mourning black,
Are too late to be taken back.
Again.

This day reality fell on me,
Your vision I would never see.
Again.

Beneath the turf in somewhere town,
The local vicar has sent one down..
Again.

The distant steps and muffled cough,
Are all now heard a long way off..
Again.

That silent grace and sweet soft smell,
Are now a part of living hell..
Again.

Odd chance remark and open heart,
Oh so brutally torn apart..
Again.

I catch another fleeting view,
The empty chair is full of you..
Again.

Your slippers rot before the fire,
Unable to satisfy desire..
Again.

The shirt you wore for valentine,
Will never again share soap with mine..
Again.

I miss your presence so damn much,
That feeling absents every touch..
Again.

If I could only place you back,
So would light the darkest black..
Again.

I miss you, miss you, hold you there,
All pass around me unaware..
Again.

This heart and what is left of me,
Is now wide open, plain to see..
Again.

Your leaving took the whole of me,
The latest, cruellest tragedy..
Again.

Tomorrow I will realise,
That survival equals compromise..
Again.

What of this life where good things go,
To leave us floundering here below.
Again.

Neil Graham Marsden.