Six years today was when they took you away I look at the photos and times we’ve enjoyed It’s so upsetting that your chair is still Void As I gaze at the years, that have gone by I value everything that passes my eye It is six years since last we spoke And every day my throat is quite choked I look at life and try to adjust To find that new path you said I must But try and try and again I try I cannot my darling without you adjust I wake each day and try to say good bye But my eyes just fill and cry and cry No one knows the hurt I feel And pray, quite soon we’ll meet for real Kenneth Robinson 22/07/2020