When I was 15 I used to read Woman’s weekly magazines to learn how to read properly (never managed at school as they thought I had learning difficulties because i had never read anything, so found it very difficult). Anyway, I came across this poem and although I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning, nevertheless I cannot seem ever forget this darn poem,
for some reason I have always found it comforting, I thought someone else might like it too?
Alone yet never quite alone, I face an empty chair
Yet somewhere in the silence I imagine you are there
My good companion of the past, no longer here with me
And yet in some mysterious way you keep me company
Thought or spirit, does it matter
Words are meaningless
I only know that in my times of greatest loneliness
I feel that you are somewhere near, though nothings seen nor said
The bitter moment passes, I face that lonely chair
And somewhere in the silence I imagine you are there
Maybe that’s the way god works in answer to a prayer
So I’ll face the years that lay ahead,
Alone yet not alone.