I desire to live

I feel soft ghostly hands around my throat

That want to pull me to the darkest deep

My husband cannot leave or be remote

He wishes me to join him in his sleep.

I shall resist for I desire to live

Though sightless are my hours without his face.

I have no more  to friends that I can give,

Now he has taken from me his kind embrace.

As lonely as a swan without its mate.

As tired as swallows after they migrate.

I must accept my unconsoled fate,

Yet not believe this be a constant state.

From my loss, I shall recover when

The birds return and warm sun shines again