Ya’aburnee:
Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
I stand looking at what’s left
A stone to mark a glorious life
A record of years well spent.
My mind floods with thoughts
The meetings, the verbal courtship
The wooing, the coyness, the expectation.
We made commitments, promises
Dreams materialised, manifested
Our lives took on new exciting twists.
How am I to wake each morning?
How am I to sleep not holding you?
How am I to live, survive, function now?
The emptiness is permanent,
It rips me knowing as I do
It’s every day for eternity.
I eat but, nothings tastes anymore
Everything we treasured is lost
Our bed a barren wasteland.
I miss the intimacy of us
The closing of each day
The waking of our mornings.
I stare into memory now finalised
You are here, without you what am I?
I am wandering, aimless in everyway.
My days I will spend with you
I will chat as we did daily
One-way conversation, awaiting reply.
Today I come, tea in hand
To sit as once we did in morning sun
All that remains is past routine.
Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/07/20/prompt-64-yaaburnee/
Morpethroad 
So moving!! Beautifully done!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much Helen. Enjoyed yours too today.
I agree with Helen this a very moving poem, gets you right between the ribs excellent work =)
Thank you Yves, I appreciate your comment. Excellent prompt today.
Thank you Michael!
Beautiful, Michael, just beautiful.
Thank you Lyn, you are very kind.
heart wrenching.
Thank you Belinda much appreciate your comment.
This is beautiful, Michael. Such Natural way of thinking when a couple have been together so long. I heat my aunt often say she wants to go before my uncle. So moving.
Thank you Cheryl-Lynn. Yes the dilemma of many couples who have spent a lifetime together.
I worked with death and dying and, of course, the bereaved almost all my life. You have really captured the experience of the one left behind as I have witnessed it. Very touching write, and I would guess, from experience.
Apart from my own parents passing on much of what I write comes from reading, friends and empathy. Thank you Victoria for the lovely comment I appreciate it.
this was so extremely sad and painful!! what a glimpse of life without your love… really lovely…
Thank you Arushi, the prompt pointed us that way this week. Glad to see you visit once again.
Very moving, Michael. From what I hear, that’s exactly the way it goes. I wouldn’t do well being the one left to experience this . . .
Thank you Mandy and no it would never be easy in any way.