Wife Death Poem

Heartache Of Losing A Loved One

This is about the heartache of losing my soulmate after 50 years together. Although they leave your life, their memory never leaves; they live on in your heart.

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I understand exactly how you feel and what you are saying. I lost my wife of 40 years 7 months ago (at the age of 56) to the same sickness. I miss her so much. We were so close. I talk to her...

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My Soulmate


Published: February 2017

I still say I Love You,
But now there's no reply.
I always feel your presence
As if you never left my side.

I remember your comforting voice.
Now there's not a sound.
Only echoes from the past
Follow me around.

You're always by my side,
But I can't hold your hand.
The reason why God took you
I find hard to understand.

Summer days seem much shorter.
Dark nights just linger on.
Dreams turn into nightmares
When the one you love has gone.

But real love never fades.
It still burns like the sun.
Although they're far away,
Those memories go on and on.

Her spirit will never die
It shines like the stars.
I know you're sleeping in heaven,
But you're living in my heart.

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  • by Ajinder Virdee
  • 7 months ago

My wife left my side 5 weeks ago at the young age of 56. She had a GIST tumor. I was with her for 40 years, and we had so many plans and things to do, and now that's gone and my life is empty. I talk to her every day and every night and wait for her to answer me. I want to hold her a tell her how much I love and miss her. I want to take her hand and walk to the shops like we used to do. I want to tell her I will keep her safe and everything will be okay. I sit in our house and she's all around me. She was kind to everyone and pure and innocent, and I was so lucky to have her in my life for 40 years. I look forward to my time and us being reunited. I hope to hold her, I hope to kiss her. I hope see her face. I hope.

  • by Wayne Boulet
  • 5 months ago

I understand exactly how you feel and what you are saying. I lost my wife of 40 years 7 months ago (at the age of 56) to the same sickness. I miss her so much. We were so close. I talk to her each day and tell her that I love her. I know she's still close to me, but it hurts so much that I can't see her, touch or, and hold her tight. I know we have to keep on, but it will never be the same again. When she died, a part of me died also. I am grateful to have had her in my life for so many years. I guess we will never understand why, no matter how much we try. They say time heals. We had time to look at each other and really say what was important, which means so much, but when you look back on your life, you think of all the things you should have said and done and things you took for granted. I sincerely wish you the best, and just knowing that they are still close to us, hopefully we can slowly move on with our lives because this is what they would want.

  • by Thomas Gallegos
  • 1 year ago

I lost my wife, my love, my best friend, my partner of 30 years, all at one time, four days before Valentine's Day and a lifetime too soon. She was beautiful, both inside and out, and much too young (57) to leave this world. She died as a result of ovarian cancer, a terrible disease. Your poem struck a chord within me - I tell her how much I love her every day, even if she doesn't answer me, and I feel her presence throughout the day although I can't touch her. Why God took her is difficult for me to comprehend. She was such a good person to everyone who met her. The nights have been especially difficult without her. I can't imagine how I will ever fill the void I feel today. I'm told it will take time to heal. But, I don't know if I will have enough time.

  • by Henry Kaspar
  • 11 months ago

Tom, I saw your story after reading "My Soulmate." It really struck me as our stories are somewhat similar. I lost my wife of 64 years on March 24 of this year. She died from ovarian cancer. This poem really struck me. It is now Christmastime, and for the first time in 64 years she will not be sitting next to me on Christmas morning. I can't hug her, kiss her, or tell her how much I love her. This poem is how I feel every minute of the day. Whenever I did something, she would be helping in one way or another, but now she won't be there lending a helping hand. People say time heals, but how can it if someone's been a part of your life every day for the past 64 years?

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