Dictated poem

Where are you my love, my dearest friend

I am lost in fog  that never ends

I miss you when I come back  here, our home

and when I wander, like a sheep  I roam

I was speaking to your sister on the phone

I  turned around as if you were at home

it was my own desire that haunted me

 creative ghosts  have nightly taunted me

I wonder should I move to somewhere new

so I would not keep thinking to see you

I  fear to move will kill me it’s too hard

The labour of transcription is now barred

I must accept this, I will never know

How it was that one man loved me so