My heart has a constant ache—abides within me deep;
oft hid or quelled by labors each day am compelled to keep.

When visits friendship brings—conclude
parting farewells have closed the door;
rising at sun-up or from noon time after-nap
then what sudden waking oft brings to fore.

Places of former times when traveled past
fond memoried episodes return of yore;
sounds of old melodies tuned to last
haunting notes reminding prior lore.

Unexpected findings that come to hand or eye
some unrelated duty or task might bring by
closing nights that have grown so silently late
fading fireplace embers no longer glow bright;
fading embers glow dimly in fireplace grate.

Sudden sense of silence in familiar room alone;
where sound lies dead—its quiet absence seems outthrown.

Yea, these the times, moments—Death will impart.

As when grief that reside within the heart
comes racing from someone's soul so deeply filled with strife;
revealing strength of former love—once the all of life.

How all changed since death and passing of a loving wife.

Copyright 1998 Brice A Metzger. All rights reserved.

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