Dear Love
By Fiona Cummings
I try to avoid our kitchen
As missing you brings tears to me
Just filling up the kettle
To make a cup of tea
And taking out one mug
Stings like a nettle
The hot drink has no taste
Tip it down the sink
What a waste
I just want a hug
But you are no longer here
I wish you could wipe away
My very last tear
The guilt I feel
When I look in the food cupboard
Could this be real?
My heart is punctured
As I bought your favourite food
I don’t want to eat anything
Just want to explode
Need you next to me
Telling me you love me
Opening my eyes
So I can see
What is in front of me?
Making me listen to who is behind me
Giving me the gift of safety
Dear love
Come back to me
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