Endless sorrowEndless sorrow by Supach
It´s six months now since you´ve been gone
but your clothes are still folded on the bedroom chair.
Your jackets and shirts still hang in their place.
Throw them away ! - No, I won´t dare.
I still do things we used to do
and try to imagine what you´d say or do.
Your witty remarks would make me laugh,
I´d be safe if in your strong arms.
I can´t deny ! - I´m missing you.
I see your smiling face on every photo I have,
the desire to hold you goes unfulfilled.
Nights I crush my pillow behind my back
and make believe you´re near me.
I´m so lost! - since your heart stilled.
A poem by Suzanne karbach