Nothing is lasting and time is passing,
somewhere between laughter and tears.
Anniversaries come, I wander, numb,
as I traverse those long ago years.
Earlier times, when life was sublime,
moving along, blessing each day.
I couldn't ask more, until deaths door,
opened wide and took you away.
Memories of that life, cut like a knife,
for there is no way of returning.
Only deep inside, do they reside,
in retrospect, poignant and burning.
Now left alone, in an empty home,
life goes on and I must remain strong.
My remaining years, between laughter and tears,
will proceed, meeting each day headlong