Husband Death Poem
I wrote this poem a month after my husband Roberto died on February 1, 2004, it is only now that I can look at it without feeling immense pain and want to share it with others who may have had the same lost. Time it takes time.
Love Forever Lost
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Charlene Valladares
Like A ghost I flitter through the night,
keeping to the shadows and abhorring the light.
The night camouflages and no one can see
the shadow of the person that once was me.
The days lays me bare with no where to hide,
this raw pain that I feel inside,
You are no longer of this world,
you inhabit a place of no return,
no matter the tears or how much I yearn.
All I have left is your memories,
cherish it I will do,
but I would give everything I have for one more day with you.
So I will continue on living until the day you come for me and take me away.
keeping to the shadows and abhorring the light.
The night camouflages and no one can see
the shadow of the person that once was me.
The days lays me bare with no where to hide,
this raw pain that I feel inside,
You are no longer of this world,
you inhabit a place of no return,
no matter the tears or how much I yearn.
All I have left is your memories,
cherish it I will do,
but I would give everything I have for one more day with you.
So I will continue on living until the day you come for me and take me away.
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Patricia Bradshaw Submitted Jul 2009
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I would like to know when it gets easier. I wish I could say everything I didn't say and take back the bad stuff I said.......
Kristina Kelly, Philadelphia Submitted Dec 2011
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Broken Hearted,Macclenny Florida Submitted 5/30/2012
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Lorraine Washington, Chicago,Il Submitted 6/23/2012
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Kaila Fehrenbach Submitted 8/23/2012
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I have been so inconsolable since he passed. I miss him so much that I can't even describe all my feelings: sorrow, emptiness, fear, loneliness. And I want him back; some days, I am ashamed to say this, but I want to go to sleep and not wake up and hope to find him again waiting for me. I can't stand it, and each day gets worse, not better. He did everything for me; he lived for me, and each person he spoke to right after his diagnosis he said, "What about Elisa, I'm so worried what will happen to her if I should die."
I exist, period. I hide from the day's sun; and at night I am a lost shadow; I cannot sleep, I can't eat, I am physically ill, emotionally ill, and the pain in my heart is crushing me every second. I do not have many people to rely on, and I always had Hugo; we were one; and now, I don't like asking for help, and I need it desperately.
I feel as though I died with him that night. I still am in shock, and in the first few weeks, I can't pretending he'd rise from the dead, call me and come home. Then I would tell him how much I missed him, and we would be happy again.
He and I devoted 15 years of our lived to my ill parents--long distance, back and forth; and I kind of put my husband 2nd, though he never minded.
My Father died, it devastated me; but I still had Mom. She got Alzheimer's, and for 12 years it was agony watching her decline. When she passed, after 5 months, I realized, it's our (my husband's and my turn to start living again.) But no, our turn never came, he was diagnosed and he lived for only 10 months. We thought he'd have more time, every second I prayed, begged God for a miracle. Now, he's gone, and I regret some lost time--he worked hard, long hours, and I was involved being a caregiver. So, our turn never came, no retirement for him, only pain and sickness; all his dreams he had for us to move to a smaller house, get a small boat, fish, and grow old together, NEVER CAME TRUE.
I'm nothing, and I want to die. I exist like a robot. I am just not going to get over missing him.
Please pray for him and me. I want to go and be with him. I hope God will understand that and let us join together again. I need him. I hate life without him; nothing has any meaning for me--not my house, nothing. Nothing is the same without Hugo.
Elisa Submitted 10/12/2012
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Jane Cullins, Texas Submitted 10/20/2012
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Gloria, Oklahoma Submitted 12/10/2012
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