I drift from memory to another, yearning for you. Why did it have to end? I thought we were so happy.
You said that you loved being with me. Being in my arms was where you longed to be. You said it made you feel safe. My kisses warmed your heart.
My love was like a thick blanket you wrapped yourself in. I thought we had something really special. Why did it have to end?
You and me, it was sheer magic. We were two souls knit together. I thought we would last forever. Why did it have to end?
The darkest day of my life was when you told me that it was over. I felt as if my heart had been ripped out. There were tears in your eyes as you explained that you wanted to give your marriage another chance. I watched you walk out of my life.
I hate that you’re back with your husband. What kind of man is he? Is he anything like me? Does he bring you breakfast in bed? Does he dry your hair after you shower? Does he cover you with kisses or buy you gifts? Does he hang upon your every word? Does he know your dreams, the desires of your heart? Does he really know you? Does he even love you?
I think about you everyday, hoping that you would leave him and come back to me. I’m waiting for you to walk through that door. I’m a patient man. I will wait forever if I have to.
This was written for two prompts, the first is the #writephoto Prompt – Yearning at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. The second is the Ragtag Daily Prompt for today’s prompt, Drift. If you’re interested in participating, click HERE for more information.
A timeto be born, and a timetodie – Ecclesiastes 3:2
Death is inevitable yet when it comes, it’s a blow. On Wednesday, I lost my father. Although we were expecting him to pass away, it was still a shock. We had hoped that he would hang on a little longer so that my son and I could visit him. He’s never met his grandson. He has photos of him and they have spoken but meeting face to face would have been wonderful. I am thankful that they got to know each other, though. My son is his first grandchild. He was recently blessed with another–my brother’s daughter. I don’t think he got to see her but he knew of her and was very pleased.
Death is our enemy. It robs us of our loved ones. It brings pain and sorrow. It leaves an emptiness that was once filled with our loved ones. It is like an intruder that breaks into our lives and takes away everything we hold dear. It is that part of life we don’t want to experience. It is a reality we don’t want to face. Yet, it comes.
Death doesn’t have the final say, though. It isn’t the end. It will be swallowed up in victory. And one day, we will ask, “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” And we have this assurance:“God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away” (2 Corinthians 15:55; Revelation 21:4, KJV).
There is a time to die. My father lived a long life. And it was his time to die on the day before Valentine’s Day. I miss him terribly but I know that I will see him again when the Lord comes. Until then, I will cherish the memories I have of him.