I miss you so very much my skin aches for your touch
The gentle contact of lovers and experience mixed
But the year of heartache severed the whole
And the love in my heart cannot now be fixed.
I lost my girl so cruelly to the ills of life
The best half of two was you, my wife
Now I sit here and stare at blank painted walls
Where I’ll sit for the rest of my life.
How sad life can be, how stark and cold
How riddled with grief can we cope
How lonely the life that gets left behind
Close your curtains, abandon all hope.
©JRW – Blank walls…2021