By Gail S. Bensen


Gone, most-beloved, empty, absent love.

No warning – you abandoned bed and breath;

Now cold and bloodless, hollow, rest in death.

Without you, Time unravels all we wove.

Lost, sorrow-blinded, angry, wretched soul.

I blame you, hate you, miss you, ache for you.

What once was joined together, torn in two.

Cursed me, curse you for all the years you stole.

Some anxious, clouded future I now face

With agitated immobility.

I seek release from pain and enmity,

To breathe fresh air, feel warmth, calm peace, and grace.

God grant me strength to turn and face the East

And rise reborn to life of longing least.