Lives, Still

As I walk into our room, I look for any signs of you:
The book you didn’t finish, left on the night stand;
The flip flops that I gave you, almost new;
For the lonely nights I see no end.

At the dinner table, is just the kids and I.
All the home-made food we both prepared.
I listen to our children, talking out loud,
And remember the laughter we shared.

At the sofa I sit, looking at a picture frame -
You embracing the children, smiling.
Why did we loose each other – am I insane?
How I pictured tomorrow, slowly fading.

Now is quiet, and here I stand, alone.
The love that I have is sad, but lives, still.
I seek courage to be, when all is gone,
And again find joy to my heart fill.