Empty Arms by Brenda Sparkman

I long to feel you close to me,
to have you whisper in my ear just once more.
Or to again hear your voice,
calling out to me as you come in our front door.

I sit here alone in total silence,
wanting to change what I realize can never be.
Today I had to tell you goodbye,
something happened which no one could foresee.

Fate dealt a final deadly blow,
when you were hit by a drunken driver head on.
Within an extremely short time,
the whole foundation of my life was now gone.

Doctors said you died instantly,
you experienced no suffering nor felt any pain.
As agony consumes my body,
knowing I will never see your loving face again.

Tears streaming down my face,
unable to even clearly see where I was driving.
Thinking ahead to lonely days,
and that the drunken driver would be surviving.

How to fill these empty arms,
to go on day to day and mend my broken heart.
I have never been away from you,
thoughts elude me of where I should even start.

I don’t want nighttime to get here,
knowing I will go home now by myself all alone.
I know I will sit there waiting,
hoping and praying you will call me on the phone.

Oh, please, God let me wake up,
let this be a terrible nightmare I have been through.
Please let my love return to me,
let him walk in saying, “Hi Honey, I love you.”

I think back on precious years,
the love you showered me without any hesitation.
Our beautiful wedding day,
filled with all our future dreams and anticipation.

As I finally laid my head down,
trying with a heavy heart to get some needed rest.
I suddenly heard your voice,
“Honey, I am here, please don’t be depressed.”

“Although we can’t change,
the way our life together has turned out now.”
“Always remember I love you,
I will help you get through this day somehow.”

I felt the warmth of your lips,
ever so softly kissing me on the side of my face.
As I turned over to finally sleep,
feeling the comfort laying in your warm embrace.

I know not what awaits tomorrow,
but I will dream once more tonight of you my love.
Assured you’re there waiting,
for me, somewhere in the spacious Heavens above.

© Brenda Sparkman
July 21, 2006