| By brian francis With every day I wake at dawn Remembering that you are gone. And life by nature must go on, So my tears wash away the loss of you. Coffee still warms my soul Starting out a new day. The rituals remain unchanged, Yet, wholly different. The birds still sing their songs; Their pitch, too sharp it seems. And the shadows of the oaks still creep across the lawn, but, I do not see them in the same way. somehow my heart is missing and out of touch. somehow I am floating in a strange place all alone– even, while others dart around me concernedly trying to do their loving part in filling the void. When at night I sit alone, waiting for bed, I find myself spending time wondering. Drifting through memories of you. Maybe filling the void is how I should think. Can you fill a black hole? But then worry of forgetting haunts me. Your face your smile the sound of your laugh. I will no longer hear these, I know! Yet, at times it seems to echo From the walls that surround me. I am still missing you with every breath… Copyright ©2020 brian francis |
This Valley of Despair
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