Your hand shoots out
Only to find...
And yet she's there
A scent that lingers
A whisper like the rustle of fabric...
The quiet of the morning
Raises your senses
And for a moment a...
Pounding in your chest
As it has every day since...
The ache comes
Weaker now but still
Surging through you, seeking...
Each day comes anew
Not so different than any other
And you still wish she were not...
Yet the heart knows
That while thought of her remains
And your sons grow up strong, she can never really...
She will stand beside you
And in the quietest moments
Your skin will tingle with her...
Written for Liam Neeson, as an elegy to his dear, departed wife. We wish him, and his sons, all the peace, tranquility, and love it is ours to give.