on overcast days
echoing my sorrow
a return to the place
where we found sanctuary
would that speaking in whispers
be heard by you, my love
in hopes of solace
that perhaps it would ease my despair
in this vast emptiness without you
for you departed much too soon
life without your presence, lonely
emptiness now my constant companion
would that you returned here
discovering the utterances of my soul
clinging to the branches
waiting to be spoken to your heart
it was coming
i knew it with certainty
and distractions from the truth
failed me
when the phone call came
i braced myself in steely opposition
hardening my body against the cruel words
i was about to hear
she’s dead
only screams of sorrow
and heavy sobs of tears escaped me
i was now in a world
which felt empty and hollow
her eagerness to listen
her kind and gentle ways gone
the smiles and caring on her face
would happen no more
i pushed the receiver from my ear
as if to push away the truth
but knowing that mourning had begun
a new reality, one hard to face
feeling empty without her presence
i was born into a lonely place
her voice and body only in memories now
i miss her grace, her love and her acceptance
time took forever to heal the loss i felt
the place in my heart where she took up residence
darkened, and shriveled up
the air thicker as i inhaled only tears
the light she shone came to an end
but the warmth she gave continues
i always try to celebrate the day she was born
but the day she left, i mourn
#Whatdoyousee
Image Credit – Angéle Kamp @ Unsplash
I thank VJ and Sadje for inspiring thoughts of my special friendship. Guess I needed a good cry today. I dedicate this piece to Bana – a wonderful human being and such a catalyst for good – she will always be remembered with a smile and a tear.
Caged,
Confined,
Like a bird..
Helplessly bound,
Within the confines of my hurting past.
Nothing saves me from this tormenting pain,
On bed of nails,
I suffer..
I ache..
Lone!
Another that hit so well, tagging memories of so long ago, a heartache which took years to dull. I applaud Luna for expressing these heartfelt emotions so well!
It gets so cold
when loneliness enters the scene
but the feeling is actually burning.
Burning with the desire to break free.
Burning with the desire to sleep in peace.
Burning when you remember things
the way they used to be.
Burning when you see the shadow of
the empty place that once had a heartbeat.
This piece resonates so deeply! Whether feeling a huge loss or missing that favorite person, this brings up so many feelz. :_(
If I close my eyes
I can almost
spirit you here
your beauty
your body
your smile
your scent
your heat.
But almost
isn’t anywhere
near here.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Casey Baugh
Written a couple of years ago. Yet almost is never near enough.
Oof! This one hits you right in the heart! It feels like a great loss, an aching memory, or the thrill of newfound love. Such intensity! Enjoy!
I feel you
at the razor edge of madness
in the fierce break of waves along
the sea line
a half moon fading at dawn
in shifting shadows of endings.
I feel you in the sweet froth
and flow of memory.
In dark eyes that catch mine in
musty corridors of dreams
I see you
in the wild of wolves
the vigil of birds at my midnight window.
I sense you in sacred passages
where like phantoms we are lost.
art by Karol Bak
That last line says it all.
No take-backs my dear friend.
Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should have never said. The bar word-man told him. My friend, no take-backs in a life. Every action or deed done. Written and tattoo on the heart and skin. You could beg for forgiveness and maybe? She would accept you back. Will she forgive you. I don’t know?
The man asked. What should I do? Run away or run back to her. The poet remembered. He been a run away man for 36 years and he told him. I escaped from the warmth of love and today. I wished I begged for mercy. Maybe the sweet lady I loved would forgive me? If I could. I would be kind to her forever and a-day. Too late for me my friend.
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it took a global pandemic
for us to realize
the yin-yang of touch
and precision distancing
in these covid times
the good is the benefit we receive from hugs
the bad, this illness’ consequence
yet we still crave the magic of being held
Image credit; 五玄土 ORIENTO – Unsplash
#Whatdoyousee
memories are a bitch
bubbling up
from depths
mourned long ago
tears falling
without consequence
my friend, you are missed
I was in my early 20s when I lost my good friend, Jerry Angeline, in a vehicle accident. His death impacted me deeply. This was our song and what triggered a flood of memories recently. It still hurts.
earhole
losing hearing
element of aging
this current loss discomforting
canal
