Amiss Without

Their eyes to the loose soil
 
Nobody says a word
 
Cries of anguish deep inside  
 
But not a wimper is heard
 
Aching for the other half...
 
Left here alone to walk the path...
 
The dirt now packed and the people gone.
 
All are gone except for one
 
A single rose clutched in one hand
 
He kneels down to touch the ground
 
Placing his hand upon the stone...
 
Ever so softly he weeps alone.
 
Amiss without.
 
She was the one, to whom he'd of given his first born son
 
No longer here to lighten the load...
 
Taken from him, to her new abode
 
A prayer on the wind of summer's breath
 
Carried to the heavens, wishing for death...
 
A broken man his hand does shake
 
A rose left which no hand can take
 
Words forgotten never meant so much...
 
As his cheek caressed by a lover's touch
 
I love you never seems enough
 
When it is your heart that has been snuffed...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler  A.K.A.  -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan