Sometimes I forget the hours, all the years between us I forget the lost days that have all passed us by I have no memory of no longer chances and empty spaces For a while is forgotten the passing of our time. Sometimes I forget, and you are here beside me I turn to tell you of all my hopes and fears There is confusion, for a moment, then comes floods of memory and I am engulfed by an avalanche of grief and tears
I understand. Even after 7 1/2 years - I still walk into the living room and look towards my Mom's chair to say something to her and she's not there. I wrote a poem "Empty Spaces" which is also on here. I think you can relate to it as well.
6 years on and it still catches me out occasionally. I came to terms with it years ago but then Wham!! my own subconscious T bones me. Putting my thoughts and feeling down as words helps,and if any one else like my doggerel that makes it worth a bit of pain. As I say If the pain of losing her was the price I had to pay for the time we did have, it was a price I gladly paid.
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I'm certain she haard your words, as you are also beside her.
So beautiful and heartfelt.
thank you for sharing.
Mady
Take care.
Kathy
I came to terms with it years ago but then Wham!! my own subconscious T bones me.
Putting my thoughts and feeling down as words helps,and if any one else like my doggerel that makes it worth a bit of pain.
As I say If the pain of losing her was the price I had to pay for the time we did have, it was a price I gladly paid.
There is a song that pretty much sums it up for me. I am glad I had the dance.