How long the day seems

How long the day seems now you are not here

Without your company how shall I steer?

I feel your absence like a pain, like grief.

When death has stung, it then becomes a thief

How long each day seems when I am alone.

I understand the beetles under stones

Your presence was a blessing, was delight

Whether in the day or in the night.

Now I mend the cupboards and the doors

Nothing seems quite like it was before.

I miss your presence and your company

Since you died I feel feel that I’m not me.

I do not feel myself, I feel estranged.

Ranging through these rooms I miss your gaze.