
What pains the soul, and brings it down from lofty heights?
It’s the death of his touch, his kiss upon my lips.
His being there no matter what! (A part of me has gone.)
One part of me wants to feel, another part of me is afraid to feel.
I must, I want to honor him still with how I feel about him!
I would fill a room, create a river, an ocean with my tears,
But this would not bring him back to me. I am alone.
Alone among all who love me. Silence heart! Silence Soul!
Without him I feel not whole___. Yet here I am.
Life was full, and lovely, He was compassionate and kind.
Life was warmed by his smile, his charm.
His love me! His love cradled me, as he did with his arms.
I cannot be as I was, it does not feel right, or perhaps safe to feel.
So intertwined, so laced together our heads and hearts.
One to be two, two to be one, so we said. So we felt,
We did not have to speak, just touch, just be present, just a glance.
Confident in each others love. Of one heart, one soul, electric!
Without him I feel not whole___. Yet here I am.
For my Thomas.
Pejj Nunes
10/6/2021