Wistfulness
Alone tonight in my empty house,
Remembering that which now is gone.
I try to imagine tomorrow's gifts,
But all I see is cold, grey dawn.
My Prometheus, you brought me fire,
Rekindled passion in my heart.
To share with you my wounded soul,
Once more to love, I dared to start.
Such promise seemed within our reach,
Such resonance I felt within!
So many joys we found we shared,
Now reduced to might-have-been.
The camping trips we thought we'd take,
The nights of love, when all felt right.
So many memories not yet made,
The poem I promised you I'd write.
JG