The feeling never dies.

The feeling never dies.

It hides a little,

Waiting in corners,

Sharing space

With childhood dreams,

The hope of vows made.

A newborn’s cry,

That first touch,

Of skin on skin,

Oh so soft and gentle.

Tiny fingers

Holding yours.

The rise and fall

Of breathing,

When you stand, just

Listening,

Waiting, to be sure.

Your love, so pure.

It never leaves.

As nests grow cold

Listening grows keener,

Worry never lies.

Hearts break

On every corner.

And fears rise

With the sound

Of the bedside phone.

The coldest call,

The one you dread,

Breaking into a sleep,

That will never be the same,

And makes those dreams

You always feared

Come true.

What then?

As years go by

And emptiness,

Once filled with

Love and hope,

Is still a hole,

Too deep,

To be climbed out of.

And in the midst

Of endless night,

And broken sleep

You wonder if

Your heart

Will soon be stilled.

Or mend.

Will you ever live and breathe,

Or, will your life be cast away

And slowly drift on by,

Unto its very end?