There are days and then

There are days and then

There are days like these

Today is a struggle

I miss so much

Of what was,

The way we were.

Our lives

The things I can’t change

The most difficult things

To accept.

I miss the everyday love of

My wife

My son

I miss Dad and Mum

Even after so many years.

I mourn my brother

The waste of

Our estrangement.

Nothing is perfect

Not even a memory.

I grieve for

Those lost to disease,

War, pestilence,

The passage of time.

Everybody, I no longer see

Wherever they are

Whatever happened.

I wonder,

Did I choose life

Or did it choose me?