Half awake i turn my head that i may kiss her hair That dreadful pang of emptiness remembering no one's there. Yet just a heartbeat earlier i would swear i heard her breathe. Was it my imagination, or the echoing whispering trees? Every morning saw her rise before Aurora's light. And through the year's i never,ever wearied at the sight. Of the fleeting smile that gifted me as she left my side. Our togetherness was manifest till we said our last goodbye. At first you seek to lay the blame on others or yourself. Curse the indifferent doctor who dismissed your lea for help. But nothing will ever bring her back, nothing can ease the pain. The Sword of Truth decrees that life will never be the same. In the aftermath of tragedy time functions, blindfold, in a daze. The rituals are administered, the congregation preys. Then suddenly you are alone eerie silence is profound. The actuality of heart rending loss brings you crashing to the ground. Self indulgent grief,however needs to be well hidden. You must preserve your dignity for loved ones and their children. Sometimes now i sit alone, blessed memories to recall. But our "Idling in harmony" I cherish most of all.