Unable To Dream

Laughter echoing in the past, filling this empty house with whispers of death that have taken you from me for- ever. Falling asleep in front of your picture, when getting into bed, being wide awake all night. Unable to dream of you, death has even taken them away, this mind always thinking and remembering you anyway. Yet your image no longer comes to mind, only when looking at pictures of you do I see and feel the love of all our years together. Otherwise, feeling only the emptiness and abandonment haunting me day and night. Writing poetry, remembering you in each one, brings your image to mind vibrantly, smiling, loving me through the words I write for you daily.