With you not here beside me
Life seems a near blank page
With only a comma on it.
A solitary smudge of ink
Where words should build cathedrals
Of joy - of hope - of love.
With you not here beside me
Thoughts do not make sense,
Sentences fall apart and quickly perish
Before the pen has even touched the paper.
Time itself a parody of order
As all that makes life good falls apart.
With you not here beside me I grow mute,
We need our partnership to give words meaning.
The moment I hear your voice outside my window
My head is thronged with poems as I rush to the door.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 31st, October 2024.
