He Took... Poem by Leigh Ladd

Get up and get moving,
Everything will be alright.
What they don't understand,
I lost my love when he died that night.

He took with him my secrets,
My pleasures and pain.
The dreams and the wishes,
My tears that fall like rain.

He took my will to awake every day,
My reason for finally believing.
The strength that he gave me deep inside,
And to really look at what I was seeing.

He took with him my voice,
My ability to speak loud and clear.
The smile that I get when I think of him,
The one I see when I look in the mirror.

He took things that will maybe one day return,
But the one he had right from the start,
The most precious and sacred of them all,
When he died he took with him my fragile heart.