After You'd Gone...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 28 Apr 2014
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They told me, keep busy;
take up writing, again. Get a dog; 
go for long walks in the park.  Enjoy 
my newfound freedom. No more shirts 
to iron...no meals to get at set times...
no more scraping toothpaste off the sink –
or being sick of my own voice, when
I’d ask you, for the umpteenth time, 
not to oil your bike in the kitchen.
 
Which reminds me, must put
a lick of paint on those walls.  Mend
that dripping tap. It’s been almost 
a year now, time to put things behind me.  
Stop pedalling away on that grief cycle. 
Not getting anywhere, anyway. So, 
I buy myself a book on DIY, paint
the walls, fix the tap, but nowhere
does it tell me how to fill that you-shaped
hole in my life; and by the way, I lied
about that tap.  It drips...and 
it drips...
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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

a 'you-shaped hole' – that's very expressive of  loss of any kind, and so difficult for anyone else to understand and appreciate.
(I remember being so glad when we exchanged our very oil-marked kitchen carpet for a piece of vinyl!)  Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Rhiannon.  Much appreciated.

And where would we be without vinyl?smiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Hey, Tina, 3 weeks ago I was listening to an autobiographical piece, written by a woman in my local writing group and Muriel did everything you listed in the household repair line! Her long marriage had been happy and she pulled herself up from grief as best she could by extending her practical DIY skills and doing a lot of the builder's work herself.

Some good stand-out phrases 'pedalling on the grief cycle', the dripping tap symbolising how pain can drip into the widow slowly and ruthlessly.        Elsie

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I send my heartfelt condolences to Muriel, Elsie.  She sounds one admirable, and lovely lady.

So very many thanks for sharing her story, and for reading my poem.

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Hi Tina, this is very good, and that last line which sums it all up so sad.

Thanks for posting

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hey, thanks, Lindy.  Your thoughts more than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

I loved that last line. 

Enjoyed.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee...I hope the sun shines brightly for you tomorrow, in your neck of the woods, and that the finest pollen is yours, for the takingsmiley   In other words, 'Thank you'.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

this poem reminds me how important it is to make the most of the time I have with my partner.  Loosing someone special is the hardest part of being in love,  because when they're gone you find yourself with so many gaps to fill. 

Coming back to your poem though,  you've got the situation summed up wonderfully...the acceptance of sudden freedom to do what you want,  reminds us all that to break free of loss,  we need to do and not dwell to much...if you know what I mean,  though I can imagine it's not easy.

Beautifully written as always.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Jenny.  How much truth there is in your words, and I thank you for them.

Tina