It Will Never Be The Same
I strolled down the aisle of a grocery store;
simply searching for anything to buy;
it seemed, that I needed so little, anymore;
thoughts of past; brought tears to my eye.
I’m slowly getting used to shopping alone;
all stores now seem shrouded in mystery;
darkness, soon, accompanies me back home;
to a museum of all my past history.
I can recall times, I was waiting for my wife;
as she was shopping, inside this store;
but, that was a different season of my life;
and, it will never be the same, anymore.
My wife has been gone now; for several years;
yet, she accompanies me, still, in my mind;
I can’t blot out my thoughts; or dry all my tears;
in my thoughts; she’s only two steps behind.
I enjoyed making her laugh; till she’d cry;
our time together, was never a bore;
suddenly she died; without saying goodbye;
and, it will never be the same anymore.
I feel that I’m not near the end of my story;
when the night is replaced by the dawn;
I must continue writing to give God the glory;
so He gives me strength to live on.
We know very little what lays in store;
I can’t feel this way, forever;
it definitely won’t be the same anymore;
someday, it will all get better.
Monty 5/25/23. # 1,597