When I sit here at night alone,
I simply can't believe you've gone.
This house, our home for years, has grown
around us like a shell upon
which every little scratch and dent
reminds me of some incident
we shared together in the past
and all the memories outlast
your unbelievable absence now
so that I sit and marvel how
your presence rests upon the furniture,
your commonsense in choice of literature,
your essence in the scent your flowers bring,
your influence enveloping everything.
Your personality is here to guide me
so how can you have died ? You live beside me.