In the quiet depths of solitude's embrace,
I find myself adrift in a lonely space.
A professor's mind, a middle school's care,
Yet within, an ache so heavy to bear.
Once, we journeyed hand in hand, my love and I,
Explorers of the world beneath a painted sky.
With laughter, we painted memories bright,
But now, my world has dimmed, devoid of light.
Her body weakened, ravaged by cruel disease,
Yet her spirit shone, unwavering, with ease.
The disease, a thief that stole her vibrant form,
Leaving her mind intact, a heartbreaking storm.
Oh, love supreme, how you graced my soul,
Together, we danced, a harmonious whole.
Now, an empty bed greets my sleepless nights,
And morning's light reveals unwelcome sights.
Surrounded by children's laughter, their joy,
Their love for me, a balm I can't destroy.
But in my heart's depths, a yearning remains,
For a love lost, a connection that wanes.
I've navigated the seas of grief's acute pain,
Where tears cascaded like a relentless rain.
But now, a different ache lingers in my core,
The ache of loneliness, forevermore.
Friends empathize, understanding my strife,
Yet their solace cannot fill this voided life.
They've seen me tend to my beloved, so dear,
But who will tend to my heart now she's not here?
Alone I wake, with no hand to hold,
No voice to greet me, as the world unfolds.
Returning home, an empty silence resounds,
No warm embrace, no whispers, no surrounds.
Oh, how I long for a soul to share,
The weight of memories and burdens we bear.
To find solace in the embrace of another,
To heal the wounds of loss, to rediscover.
But the world seems blind to this yearning deep,
As if my heart's whispers, unheard, they keep.
So I write these words, a cathartic plea,
Hoping solace finds its way back to me.
For within my anguish, a glimmer still gleams,
A belief that love can mend fractured dreams.
Though now I wander through this desolate land,
I hold on to hope, like grains of sand.
And so, I'll continue this bittersweet quest,
To seek a love that can bring my heart rest.
For even in this anguish, I'll strive to be,
Open to the possibility of love's decree.