December....Again Poem by Neil Graham Marsden

It's bluest cold and darkest grey
And you will never pass this way..
Again.

My suit and tie of mourning black,
Are too late to be taken back.
Again.

Beneath the turf in somewhere town,
The local priest has sent one down..
Again.

The distant steps and muffled cough,
Are all now heard a long way off..
Again.

That silent grace and sweet soft smell,
Are now a part of living hell..
Again.

Odd chance remark and open heart,
Will brutally now tear apart..
Again.

I catch another fleeting view,
The empty chair is full of you..
Again.

Your slippers rot before the fire,
Your gloves are full of razor wire
Again.

The shirt you wore for valentines,
Will never more share soap with mine..
Again.

I miss your presence so damn much,
That feeling absents every touch..
Again.

If I could only place you back,
Your light would pierce the darkest black..
Again.

I miss you, miss you, hold you there,
As others talk so unaware..
Again.

This heart and what is left of me,
Is now wide open, plain to see..
Again.

Your leaving took the whole of me,
The latest, cruellest tragedy..
Again.

Tomorrow I will realise,
That survival equals compromise..
Again.

What of this life where good things go,
To leave us floundering here below.
Again.