The Passing

by

Phil Pochurek

I walk the halls, the stairs,
Through empty rooms, relentlessly.
Over and over, looking for something, looking for you.
Reliving past events, moments in time.
All gone now, some long ago.
I've worked through the grief.
It does' t hurt anymore, it’s moved on.
It’s in my body now, in my muscles, my bones.
Moving them involuntarily
Working them to failure.
I want to stop.
I want to stop looking.
Looking for you.
Because I know you're never coming back
But I can’t, you’re everywhere.
You're in every room, every hallway,
Every inch of this house is you.
Your voice, your laughter
Still echoes in the walls.
Your scent is in the closets
Where your clothes are still hanging.
Waiting for you to come back
Come home and put them on again,
But you never will.
I'll pack them up, give them to your friends
When I'm ready, when I'm ready to let go,
But not yet. I can't let you go, yet.
I can’t believe you’re gone and I’m still here
After all those years in your arms safe, secure.

Protected just like you promised.
Until death do us part and you kept your word.
That's behind me now, passed away, passed on
To yesterday, and all our times together.
Now it's my turn to let go, move on without you.
Alone with empty arms, through empty rooms,
And a lifetime of memories and photographs of you, of us
To keep me company, keep me warm,
To finish the other half of our life together.
To keep my end of the promise
Until we're together again.

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