It’s when the night slows to a crawl
When all the bars are empty
Save a few relentless drinkers
Who’ve had a few too many.
It’s when I lie down after any day
When I try to clear my mind
She always finds a way.
My thoughts cannot ignore her
Her face is in every scene
It seems so real until my eyes are opened
And I realize she’s not with me.
It’s when my morning coffee
Runs dry and then I see
The bottom of an empty mug
A reflection of the pain in me.
Forever I’ll be longing.
I’ll long til my last day.
I know that I’ll keep longing for,
My darling wife who’s passed away.
A Poet’s Qualm 