Empty Arms -- again

Every October this comes to mind, because the date was October 10, 1983.

Thirty years later, October 10, 2013, my husband was being hospitalized from pnuemonia, and went into respiratory distress.
He did not die that day.
But he did die.

And, again, mid October finds me with Empty Arms.

Empty Arms

Empty arms, empty arms                                         Months of waiting
Years of plans
And at the end:
Empty arms                                                                          

All alone, all alone
Always all alone
No one cares                                                    
No one shares
All alone

Little one, little one
Where have you gone?
A gift to me
A life to be
All gone

No one knows, no one knows
What you could have been
Should have been.
And I am all alone
With Empty arms.

All my dreams, all my dreams
All gone
Passed on
Leaving me alone
With empty arms