I dream of that long ago past, but I shouldn't should I?
As those pictures of you seem to dance in my mind
And spin before my crying eyes remembering
I now realize that you have now long gone
My life trampled on by sweet memories
Your smile, your sparkling hazel eyes
As translucent as a spring morning
My eyes pan about to follow you
You disappear from my sight
Stun my senses into reality
I travel with you no longer
You took that trip alone
Leaving left me with
Morbid thoughts
Troubled mind
Off the grid
Without
You
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The longing in this poem is do touching and tender.
ReplyDeleteIs there a name for the poetry form Robin?
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I am not sure Gillena. The form could fit many forms of poetry and the sadness implied here winds up with a realization that he is now truly alone.
DeleteI can feel the quiet anguish of loss. I am not sure of the form, but the shape looks like a funnel. Your words channeling your thoughts of sadness.
ReplyDeleteMost poignant take on many a common episode on losing a loved one. One suffers alone. A chic presentation form here, Robin!
ReplyDeleteHank