In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold: But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more." Tennyson
My beloved husband, Kent, died in January 2012, 3 years after diagnosis of a brain tumour. Our son was 2 1/2 and our daughter 3 months old. He and I were far too young. I am now hurtling through the black space of life without him.
Saturday, 24 August 2013
Forever
Were we talking about
your forever
or mine?
And what's all this
"until the end
of time"?
Because your clock
has stopped
and mine's
still ticking.
And what on earth
am I going to do
with all of this
infinite love
I still have
for you?
Ah, Ben. Ah, you.
ReplyDeleteLove.
Ben H? Oh - I never gave him a thought actually!
DeleteYes! Oh! Sorry for the misattribution.
DeleteStill much love to you, of course...