Weight shifted,
Weight lifted,
Then alighted and gone.
Footsteps padding,
So saddening,
You being alone.
Facing demons,
Beyond reason,
They won’t let you be.
Let me help you,
I’ll guide you through,
But you won’t let me.
So I listen,
Teardrops glisten
Falling from my eyes,
Feeling useless,
Being clueless,
Bound by imaginary ties.
I hear you whimper,
Is it not simpler
To share this worrying load?
Talk to me,
Cry, Pray with me,
We’ll walk the same road.
Sheets are cooling,
There’s no fooling
What you are trying to hide,
I am waiting,
Silently hating
Our bed’s empty side.
About pensitivity101
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
pensitivity101 
Very moving poem.
Thank you.
Sometimes those who won’t talk, can’t talk, are protecting you.
You is a blessing to them.
No you, no them.
Forgive their silence it comes with love.
It’s difficult, but understood and respected.
That was sad – tears in my eyes.
Inspiration hits me from the oddest angles sometimes. Don’t cry Puti.