
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
ARTHUR, Peter
I was supposed to live the rest of my life with you,
but instead . . . you lived the rest of yours with me.
I know my voice was the last you heard. My Kiss was the last you felt. I made a promise to you.
A promise I wouldn't leave.
I held your hand as you took your last breath. I kept my promise, but I would take it back if it brought you home to me.
I cry because you're not here, but I know you are still watching over me.
For 21 years you were my anchor. You always knew how to comfort me when I needed it.
You were someone I could always count on to say the right things, to hold me tight, and tell me it's going to be alright.
Who is going to do that now?
I miss you. I love you.
In my heart is where I'll keep you forever.
Until we meet again.
Your ever-loving wife, Jane.
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