A Hot Cup of Poetry

A Crash

Questions flying through my head

I don't know why, I can't see how

How much more it is for her!

My other half is gone

No one here today to laugh with

No one here today to write with

My left arm feels strangely light

The link is broke without her right

Empty chair, a silent room

A voice drones on, it holds no life

I miss the warmth where now is cold

Her thoughts are mine, the ghost is me

It was so soon, too quick to bear

It broke her back, laid limp her hair

Golden strands are now dull brown

Breath was taken, not yet returned

And now she's here, quiet and calm

Or some might say

Instead of calm, there's war inside

Covered by a smile

Only I can read her pages

Though she tries so hard to keep them shut

I'll be silent, sit, and pray

And wait lone for her to rise once more