Morning Coffee

As I sit here
sipping my coffee.
You're still
here with me, but
only in memory.

The thing
I find so hard
is the need
in wanting to
hold you.

But I know I can't.

I have to remind
myself that
you're gone.

And that I must
accept in-order
to move on.

The first thing
on my mind as I wake
is the memory
of you, which I
find so difficult
to take.

Another year gone
and I'm still
living with the pain.

Knowing how much
my life has changed
and without
you here, it doesn't
feel the same.

I've no more tears to cry.

Yet my heart
still weeps inside.

The pain
of losing you
becomes so unbearable
sometimes, I wish
the ground would
open up and I'd fall inside.

I know I've
got to be strong.

So that the memory
of you can
continue to live on.

But, when I
think of the tears
I've cried
and how much
my heart misses
you inside.

I struggle, but still
manage to raise a smile.

If I could wish
for anything, It would
be to have
you here with me.

But I know
that'll never happen
and that's what destroys me.

I only have the memory
of you to keep me company.

As I sit here without you.

Sipping my coffee.




© Jon.London 2009

by London Love Poems

Comments (18)

It is -last stage of all - When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves.... // I too am passing the same stage. So, I can feel the veracity of what has been said. Thanks.
Inspiring poem. Fighting is a spirit. To fight till the end is something we look for in life
last stage of all - When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves, To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man. poem is nice thank you
*face Palm* for a poetry forum, these comments are pretty ridiculous. First of all, Matthew arnold was one of the most well known and respected artists from the 1800's. So for those giving Matthew criticism and advice for his next poems..... Well, that's of no use since he's dead for over 100 years. Secondly, Mr Arnold was very concerned about the cultural and social aspect of the day. As such, he began writing poems with cultural messages. This was called sage writing. Wikipedia states, Matthew Arnold has been characterised as a sage writer, a type of writer who chastises and instructs the reader on contemporary social issues. That being said, this poem DOES accurately portray the mindset of many elderly people who have been essentially forgotten. Notice he doesn't mention family, etc until the very end.... the voice of the poem is implying that in old age, the worst thing want growing old and losing beauty and strength, but being alone, a burden, uncared for, forgotten, etc. Until your time comes, then bam.... there's all those pdople around you again.... finally there but when it's too late. Think of many elderly people who are thrown in 3rd rate nursing homes with no visitors and without a single show of love. Don't you think most of them would echo these thoughts in th poem? Arnold's point wasn't pity for himself but a social commentary on his culture at the time. He was giving a voice to those who didn't have one. To be frank, even if that hasn't been his intention, the poem was written so well & so disturbingly unforgettable that it is a piece of art even as the standpoint of one person. For each life and death is different. Though many of his poems did have a distinctly melancholic feel and serious tones, it was in direct contrast to the quiet who was lively, mischievous fun and very content. The type of poetry he produced was very popular in the Victorian era. Perhaps because he was so lighthearted and gay, he might have used his writings to discuss the problems in society which bothered him...because despite his carefree attitude, he was a man of convictions. He is one of my favorites poets of the Victorian era because he had a way of writing things that left you slightly unsettled, a bit haunted, and therefore unforgettable. But at the same time, very beautiful! Perhaps his most famous poem ever is one you'll recognize. Reading it, perhaps you will see him in a different light and appreciate the beauty of his carefully chosen words. It starts like this... Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Never posted on here before and don't plan to again, but I just couldn't let this one slide. :) Cheers! xx PS... sorry for all the typos- it's very late and I'm on my mobile, so a bit difficult to type.
Not recommend if you have had a bad day - could push you over the edge!
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