Why Do You Search with Your eyes?

Why do you search with your eyes
When our loved one lies motionless, cold?
What do you seek in my eyes
As the long wakeful night unfolds?

Do you suspect that I loved him less
Than a man who derided his tears?
Do you suppose his last gasped word was ‘dad’
When to death he  surrendered his fears?

You wont see me cry, sob or wail
When all I have left, all I sense-
Is the crushing silence of  perpetual loss
And the heartache of no recompense.

So, husband dear, you held her
When the end of tomorrows came this morn.
And you can ask yourself why you weren’t there,
As fading imagery was born.