What will stay with me most when you are gone:
a whisper on a Winter’s day in snow,
your eyes when you make love to me perhaps,
or how you waved your hand when you would go.
The music that you listened to at nights,
the presence of your body next to mine,
some holidays, some days when we both cried,
the fights we had, the crossing of the line.
No. None of those things will be on my mind,
I shall not want to think of them at all.
What will stay with me after you are gone,
is darkness, staring at an empty wall.
Don’t go before I go as well from here,
your absence is the only thing I fear.
Just a little update: My poem “Tragedy” that I posted here in April, (about a cat falling out of a tree) will be in an anthology called Animal Antics 2012, available in September. The book will be in libraries across the UK and Northern Ireland as well. :) I am pleased.