The Empty Half of the Bed

No more the morning smile that greets me at the first break of light,
No more the gentle kiss each time we say goodnight.
No more the warm embrace in moments of tender affection,
No more the understanding heart when a bad day racks my emotion;
No more the times of thanksgiving together
with hands raised
for the blessings of the day gone by,
No more the times of praying together
with knees bent
when trials our perseverance try.

Where you used to be on your side of the bed
Now lies an empty space instead
Memories ....
In and out of the room each day and each night,
Your side of the bed never escapes my sight;
Countless times of saying, 'how much I miss you',
The tears that flow unabated when your side of the bed comes into view.

Is the glass half empty or half full?
Neither -
Our lives remain forever full
because of what we've been through together,
The abundant life that we've lived together.
Because you did not hold back from reaching out,
Others did not hold back your kindness to speak about.

Where you should be is now filled with where you have been,
Memories of the good times that together we have seen.
The joys amidst the pain,
The laughters that break forth from the tears,
The mountain tops that punctuate the valleys deep,
The bitter tempered with the sweet.

Thank you for the memories.
The empty half of the bed
Is now filled with cherished and fond memories.

Forever my love....



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