Sorrow

Sharing my memories of you
Has become a large piece of my day.
It helps me to make it through,
And keeps the confusion at bay.

When old friends and relatives call
To ask how I’m getting along,
Conversations will suddenly stall
As if mentioning your name is so wrong.

I miss you with all of my heart
With each particle of my being.
We thought nothing could tear us apart.
This was really not in our foreseeing.

I’d gladly have given my life,
If it meant that you would remain.
For I miss you, my darling, my wife.
You're gone. All that's left is the pain.