Without You
17 March, 2007.
I am restless without you.
I wander, over hill and dale,
Seeking you, seeking you.
I thirst for you, for your presence, your touch,
Yet you are not there.
You are gone, my lonely star,
Gone beyond my reach and beyond my call,
And though in my dreams I see you, I hear your voice,
When I reach for you, you are not there.
My hand falls on empty air.
And somewhere inside me, I am crying.
For life is dark, and good things are less satisfying,
Without you.
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This kind of sentiment can be found, I daresay, in all languages. Grief for the loss of a beloved one is universal. I am doing nothing original with this poem ... but is anyone, ever?
