I am your wife,
I do not have your courage,
I have a soul which cries,
Which is restless,
When you are sent on the Front Line,
Not knowing if you would return alive or dead.
And if you return home,
Wounded,scarred with traumatic
stress disorder,
I become not a wife nor your widow,
Just your caretaker,
My soul bleeds.
19/2/2019.

I lay in the dark
Face is numb, tears still manage
Soon is a new day

she cried
for night on end
her weeping eyes
drenched her pillows,
all for a boy
whom she loved
with every last inch
of her heart.

he never loved her back.

I’ve met a bird with no wings last night,
It sat on my porch and sang,
Leaving no space for fright.

I watched it grasping the sharp air,
Speaking of a troubled heart,
How much everything might not be fair.

Cold breeze strangled its dream,
as the moonlight fell on me reflecting nothing but thee,
It made my heart violently scream.

Not a single letter can bare your name,
Nor can any poem sing this pain,
Nothing can put down that flame.

I loved you silently and truthfully,
Perhaps not enough,
So I will leave it to another to do it fully,
Shame on heavens for being so rough.

In roses I’ve never bathed,
Sadly my cheek and tears met,
For you I waited,
Just to welcome my own silhouette.

You are not alone.
     Or are you?

You shouldnt be.
      This is suppose to be a partnership.

But I am so alone.
     But I am so lonely.