Bee Hive

The wall has been broken

Even when you are no longer alive

Those three words never spoken

My heart is busy as a hive

I remember when we would first date

Each evening in bed we would spoon

No one believed that it was our fate

We would challenge the sun and moon

You left my arms so suddenly

Even after I shared the author’s quote

You left us all so abruptly

And died without leaving us a note

These sheets still smell of you

Wrapped gifts I can no longer give

This hive is not yet through

I must go on to live

Our son has the name you always approved

He has the color of your eyes and your charm

I tell him stories about you and he is clearly moved

It’s impossible to take my lock and disarm

Every time I see our son, I see your reflection

It was you who harpooned my heart

My love for you was the greatest infection

I was in it ever since the very start

You can never be replaced

Never forgotten or concealed

This busy bee hive is forever displaced

Without you I am never healed

I’m in agony that you left me alone and awake

Without poison or farewell letter

Only contagion you left me with was ache

I still have your un-given green sweater

My poem must come to an end

At the anniversary of your death

Your coffin and memory must now descend

Inside my bee hive I carry your last breath

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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