Analysis of On Missing Stephen

On Missing Stephen

In the morning’s quiet solitude I cry.
At night silence surrounds me as I weep.
Grief is a stealthy master of goodbyes,
and a pain inducing privateer of sleep.
A mind that’s fixed on loss is not a mind,
But a record playing o’er and o’er again.
Repeating memories that leave me blind
by the tears, I’m sure, will never, ever end.
I go about the business of my day
Aware of Stephen missing by my side.
A void, a vacancy lies in the way
Blocking joy and love of life; darkness abides.
My Love is finding his new life is sweet,
And Heaven is much sweeter with him there.
But sorrow for my loss is all I see,
And I need his loving arms to end
This unending despair.
And, in the morning’s quiet solitude I cry.