You all like me expressing my grief
In poignant phrase and heartfelt form.
I respond by playing my part
Feeding my need as I perform
The stalwart widow struggling along,
Forever trapped, begging for love.
Why do I write but to appease
The empty void and lack thereof.
Oh no, not lack of love per se
But lack of wife who gives me all
The time and watches of the night,
Who stops me succumbing before I fall
Once more in temptation to be
That thing I loathe and must escape:
To be a desperate mourner still
And not seek out a new found shape.
Written on 6th January 2020.