Robert L. Buck

[bobsgal]

MY OTHER HALF

Time moves on no matter what,

I cannot seem to halt it.

I hold my breath, yet breathe on still,

Although I try to stop it.

The days slip past, the nights so long,

My heart sits in my chest;

The tears they come, so easy still,

They keep me from my rest.

I’m told by others it’s past time

To move along this road;

That time has come to say good-bye,

To drop this heavy load.

But dear, you know my heart so well,

You know my every thought,

You’re my other half, you know,

You’re the beating of my heart.

~~ ©Lynda Buck 1998 (bobsgal)

My beloved, my other half

Robert L Buck

5/8/48~8/3/95

If sweetness were a flower, and you were mine to hold,

I'd touch you warm and gently, and treasure you as gold.

(a verse from a poem by Bob)

Memorial to my other half

Find a grave Robert Louis Buck

[Guest SteveG]

Lynda,

What a beautiful tribute to someone you must love dearly. Your poem evokes love and pain, heartbreak, thoughts of suicide, but more than anything, it evokes your caring, loving feelings to a man who made you complete. Realize that he continues to make you complete as you carry his memory within you. You cannot touch him, hold him, snuggle with him. But you can wrap your enormous spirit around his and dwell with him. When people were awaiting the two of you, they might say, "Where's Bob'nLynda?" Sounds like one word, doesn't it? In your heart it still is. It's your external identity that confuses the world around you. They think you've changed. Inside of you dwells in love that intertwining spirit of Bob'nLynda.

SteveG

[bobsgal]

Steve,

Thank you for your kind words and your understanding.

Steve wrote:

It's your external identity that confuses the world around you. They think you've changed. Inside of you dwells in love that intertwining spirit of Bob'nLynda.

You have summed up my feelings so well.

Blessings,

Lynda