Joan Adams Burchell
TWO POEMS (copyright)
It was always so easy to take your
but now it isn't there.
I walk alone and feel that nobody
could really even care.
There isn't a someone to talk to
about the things I do.
It makes things unimportant
when I can't share them with you.
When days and nights, for years
you were there for me,
It's lonely to have to walk alone;
I'm only half of me.
Not a part of my today, nor of
You were my yesterday - gone is
the sorrow -
For yesterday was sweet and helped
me be strong
For today, tomorrow and all along.