The Torment Of  A Lifetime.

The days are gloomy

And the nights are long

Without you.

How am I going to live with the knowledge

Of a darknes that is forever real,

That you will not be truning back?

Barren is the nest without the mother

The infants know not where to turn.

I would have felt you disappearing

Into tye morning mist of the Atlantic

But there is none so blind

As  that whose eyes are sunk in a vision of love.

You fade away into oblivion

To resurrect each time in me

The vivid memories

Of an empty seat

The torment of a lifetime.

Alfred Grech

10/01/2020.