Happy anniversary, my love, my wife.

The days, months, years have come and gone,

Yet you still reside a part of my life

And I cannot accept alone…

Shouldn’t I?

Didn’t you die?

Didn’t we cry?

Why not say “goodbye”?

How appropriate the sky this day;

And the temperature, chilly…cold;

Sheets of rain, spots of sun, tears have their way

But even they grow weary…grow old…

Don’t they?

Will they go away?

Will their tracks not stay?

Why not ignore the empty day?

Weariness is the flower’s name ;

Emptiness is the vase it fills;

Loneliness is where, in this life’s game,

Tears keep it fresh … still…

But why?

Is my life a lie?

Did I sleep with you as you died?

Why can’t I leave your spirit outside?

On other days I can hide from the facts;

In the dark of other empty evenings,

There are no darker shadows behind my back,

No whisperings of laughter that made my heart sing…

Lost days

Empty nights...

A journey on my way

To seeing you fresh in my sight…

Anyway, Happy anniversary my dear.

I wish you peace, and cool comfort as you rest,

Waiting until I shake you awake, draw you near,

And lead you with me to eternity as my guest.

Tom Watson, 2008