TRAGIC Poem: Last Day, by James DiPasquale

Copyright © J.M, DiPasquale

A reception’s start,
Who could have known it would tear apart?
That last day,
To hold your hand,
To steal one more smile,
To embrace you, not just for a while.

A photograph remains,
Us, by the table,
Your eyes, a silent plea.
Did you have to leave so suddenly?
Not your choice,
I know, you’d never condone.

Later that day,
No one had a say.
My biggest regret,
Leaving early, only to be called, you had passed away.

I cried, I sobbed,
I was falling apart.
The anguish,
The pain,
The strain of it all.
If I stand, I’ll fall.

Blindsided, robbed, torn,
Broken, ripped apart.
How can I restart?
Grief smacks me, this very hour, leaving me sour,
Oh, what a blight.
Always in my mind, but out of sight.
The hurt, the torment like no other,
My heart hollow, she is gone