Your hand shoots out
Only to find...
Emptiness
And yet she's there
A scent that lingers
A whisper like the rustle of fabric...
Nothing
The quiet of the morning
Raises your senses
And for a moment a...
Heartbeat
Your own
Pounding in your chest
As it has every day since...
Then
The ache comes
Weaker now but still
Surging through you, seeking...
Solace
Each day comes anew
Not so different than any other
And you still wish she were not...
Gone
Yet the heart knows
That while thought of her remains
And your sons grow up strong, she can never really...
Fade
She will stand beside you
And in the quietest moments
Your skin will tingle with her...
Love
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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.
That is very well-done, Newt. My heart goes out to Liam Neeson and the whole family of Natasha Richardson.
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It came to me this morning. My wife is out of town on business, and when the alarm went off, i was acutely aware that she wasn't there. The poem pretty much took shape in my head right then and there.
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