Nerves are twanging with jolts of fear

In a few short weeks it will have been a year

Each day so far has been a first

But those still ahead will be the worst

Each missed day is like a fist,

A wrenching blow I can't resist

With bleak promise I stare ahead

A lonely road and nights of dread

Had I known at the time to choose

That there could possibly be so much to lose

That what had become one mind, one heart

Could not survive alone . . . apart

This perfect union's price no one else can understand

Not friends, nor family even close at hand

Each moment goes by unrealized

My very essence has been excised

In a few short weeks it will have been a year

And those beyond I dread and fear

As each day dawns past memories call

To haunt my mind until nightfall

I avoid my bed until I think I'll sleep

But in to my head the visions creep

And I lay in bed wide awake

Often until a new daybreak

I can only wonder of these days on lend

When their term is over . . . will the misery end