An Empty Space

Christmas is never the same after you loose someone you love. You go through the motions, you know you have to for those here you still have, but it won’t ever be the same. There are moments you stop, maybe unpacking the decorations, you find yourself sitting staring into space.  You are remembering Christmas when you were together, when everything was how it was meant to be.  Maybe it’s that old Christmas film or carol being played again, something that sparks memories.

You can still enjoy yourself, still celebrate with the people you have around you, but there is always a space in your heart.  There is a space at every table and every party, a void that cannot be filled.  But you smile, because you know that’s what they would have wanted, you raise a glass and say their name in a toast. Christmas comes and goes and they are still not here, it is a painful reminder of another Christmas without them.

You find yourself buying things they liked, stand transfixed in the shopping isle when you spot something.  You look at other families and want to tell them to make the most of the Christmas they have because you never know how many you have in front of you.  You watch the children, the excitement and know that this time is for them.  You push you sadness down into the pit of your stomach only to resurface when you are alone with your thoughts, you feel a responsibility towards happiness, you can’t let the side down.

You put up that last card they sent you again, light a candle by their photo and send a prayer.  My friend leaves a brandy by the fire, I bring an extra seat to the table, we all have our own rituals that help us through the season.

Every day without someone you love is difficult, some harder than others and we learn to manage.  We never forget them but we cope, life goes on and we know we have to live in the real world, but Christmas, when we are constantly reminded of the joy and love of family can be the most difficult time of the year.

To anyone missing a loved one this Christmas, I’m sending you love, you see I understand. I’m wishing you the best Christmas you can possibly muster and hope like every other day of the year, our Christmases, get easier.

Without Hope

I’m feeling very frightened, 

I am very much alone.

I’m still willing you to call me, 

I’m sitting by the phone.

I’m feeling like I’m falling, 

without the wings to fly.

The dreams I had are fading now, 

it’s time to say goodbye.

Darkness is approaching fast,

I watch the fading light.

Hopelessness is rising, 

drawing closer with the night.

Do I really ever matter,

is anybody there.

I have to snap right out of this,

but did you ever really care.

I’m just considering my value, 

to anybody now.

Come dawn maybe I’ll rise again,

If the gods allow.

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Pathways Travelled

 

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Lots of walks I take alone,

where I walked with you before.

Strolled the pathways of the south,

there isn’t many more.

We used to talk of many things,

the flowers and the trees.

Collected bouquets for the hearth,

that I’d arrange to please.

We tried to answer lives great question,

what is it all about.

It was nature gave us pointers,

sometimes it would shout.

We saw all the babies in the spring,

then lone robins in the fall.

Those walks were like the theatre,

and they didn’t cost at all.

Now I walk those tracks alone,

still trying to work it out.

Our very favourite question,

of what is this is all about.