Enveloped in sorrow’s grip, I recall,
My story of love, a life once whole.
My dear wife, now lost to time’s cruel twist,
Each verse and stanza,, I weave, “Cease to Exist.”
Her smile, a beacon in the darkest night,
Her laughter, a melody, pure and bright.
A mother’s embrace, tender and warm,
In her love, we found shelter from life’s storm.
A lover, a partner, oh, so divine,
Her touch, electric, like sweetest wine.
In passion’s dance, our hearts took flight,
Her presence, a replica of pure delight.
But fate’s cruel hand, relentless and cold,
Wrapped her in pain, stories untold.
I watched her fight, her spirit ablaze,
Yet, the torment she bore, my words cannot phrase.
The world lost its hue, its meaning, its grace,
When death’s icy fingers stole her embrace.
In solitude’s grip, life’s colors turned gray,
A widower’s lament, in the fading day.
Without her, life’s canvas is empty and bare,
A rhythm silenced, a love beyond compare.
In the void she left, I am adrift, alone,
A heart shattered, a soul turned to stone.
Cease to exist, without her love I remain,
A vessel of memories, a heartache’s refrain.
In emptiness embrace, her essence persists,
A love everlasting, “Cease to Exist.”
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 