Each day

A description of loneliness

"Each day" 
Each day my bones grow wearier
Life just seems to drag
Winter now seems even drearier
Time just seems to lag.

I think of you and choke up
I still do not accept your death
Some people suggest a loner's cup
Yet it is love that moves my breath.

Your death left me reeling
It came as a tremendous blow
Where my life was full of feeling
It is as desolate as the winter snow.

I miss you as I always will
Being lonely each day is not my skill.