The Other Half
By Myrtle Poor (c)
It has been two years
Since he left me
And made his trip to glory,
This man on whom
I had built all my dreams.
For twenty-five years,
He had eaten with me
And slept with me.
He had loved me
And constantly been in my life.
The pain is still there,
Lingering in my heart.
Like the smell of his cologne,
I catch a glimpse of him,
In the shadows of the hall.
I hear him gently whisper my name
In the long night
As the gentle breeze lifts the curtains
And the rustling of them,
Sighs a sad song.
I feel his touch,
When I dream upon my pillow,
But then awake only
To the darkness beside me
And find nothing but empty space.
I see him in the supermarket,
But when he turns his head,
It is someone else.
I see him in a smile,
But the smiling eyes or not his.
For so long he was,
The other half of me;
I wonder if in eternity
We will be joined together
And once again, we will be a whole.
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