On this first day without you.
our hearts fly at half-mast,
for our hero is gone.
Our hero is gone.
The world cheapens with your loss,
colors fade and purpose gone.
With empty swallows in choked throats,
we claw for smoke and shadow.
Beside the frail remains,
we tense,
we fear,
we are empty.
With Earth's fresh dawn,
we echo your name,
crippled in spirit
and never the same.
The First Day Without You
Where's Hope?
©
John Halberg
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2016 with permission of the Author.
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