©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
I miss you in this world. You’re gone
before my heart was ready.
(Though readiness was not on the horizon.)
You could have filled my eyes forever.
Who would have imagined less?
But now I must confess a hole
(the size of you) cuts deeply to my core.
I’ll not ignore your freedom. No more torment.
Take sweet freedom and be
happy, funny, bright, insightful you.
I want you to.
And me? I’ll make it work.
I’ll make it through.
For more of my poems on death, loss and grieving, click here.