"Did I really lose you?"

Hi again! So, again in poetry we are given a task that is writting a poem, but with two different options, the one I choose is the text below:

- Write a poem about someone you have lost. You may include an imaginary speech either you or this other person may say, as in "The lost woman...". It doesn´t have to be about someone who has passed away, think of the various meanings of the expression "to lose somebody".

I decided to choose this option because, 6 years ago I lost a very important person in my life and I still don't get over it, so when I read the poem "The Lost Woman" I felt so identified with the girl in the poem, mostly the first two stanzas.

Here I leave you the poem, in case you didn't read it:

My mother went with no more warning

than a bright voice and a bad pain.

Home from school on a June morning

And where the brook goes under the lane

I saw the back of a shocking white

Ambulance drawing away from the gate.

She never returned and I never saw

Her buried. So a romance began.

The ivy-mother turned into a tree

That still hops away like a rainbow down

The avenue as I approach.

My tendrils are the ones that clutch.

I made a life for her over the years.

Frustrated no more by a dull marriage

She ran a canteen through several wars.

The wit of a cliché-ridden village

She met her match at an extra-mural

Class and the OU summer school.

Many a hero in his time

And every poet has acquired

A lost woman to haunt the home,

To be compensated and desired,

Who will not alter, who will not grow,

A corpse they need never get to know.

She is nearly always benign. Her habit

Is not to stride at dead of night.

Soft and crepuscular in rabbit-

Light she comes out. Hear how they hate

Themselves for losing her as they did.

Her country is bland and she does not chide.

But my lost woman evermore snaps

From somewhere else: ‘You did not love me.

I sacrificed too much perhaps,

I showed you the way to rise above me

And you took it. You are the ghost

With the bat-voice, my dear. I am not lost.’

Enough said! Here is my poem:

“Did I really lose you?”

Getting back from school,

Seeing “that look” in my parents eyes.

Tears rolled down over my face, when I realise,

He’s Gone.

I couldn’t say goodbye, he is not with me anymore.

Crying, crying is all I do,

I have nothing left,

He’s Gone.

Every now and then I think what would it

Be if he was here beside me again,

Chatting and enjoying meals.

But I cry even harder when I realise again

That is never gonna happen again.

Late at night,

I think, did I really lose you?

I hear a voice, a familiar voice.

Suddenly it says: “Just Stop your crying darling,

You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky,

If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you,

For your eyes only, I show you my heart

For when you're lonely and forget who you are,

Now you know me, for your eyes only.”

After that speech, I realise how wrong I was,

No more tears,

No more screams,

No more anger.

Is now when I can eventually see it, I’m not alone,

And now I doubt when I ask myself:

Are you still with me?

“Did I really lose you?”