he
was no longer there
no longer with her
no longer a part of her
now gone forever
forever lost
no longer in her life
how could life exist at all
without him
could it perchance
a dream have been
but no,
neither a dream for if so
she could will herself
never to awaken
instead she was lost
left alone
as if he had died
no longer existed
no longer a man
now forever gone
no longer with her
no longer a part of her
now gone forever
forever lost
no longer in her life
how could life exist at all
without him
could it perchance
a dream have been
but no,
neither a dream for if so
she could will herself
never to awaken
instead she was lost
left alone
as if he had died
no longer existed
no longer a man
now forever gone
he must
have been
a poem
have been
a poem
10 comments:
Oh my, what's a girl to do when she still loves him who is no longer there. I guess that's the tragedy of us humans; we have memories!
oh, yeah, what's a girl to do, rosaria!!! perhaps turn it all her memories into a dreampoem! thanks so much for coming by - lovely to see you!
He must have been a poem.........beautiful ♥
he's no longer here - he must have been - a poem!
Oh no, dear cousin! He was THERE.
And because he was There, and because he is still There, and because he will always be There, his Presence creates the poem. He is the Poem that never, ever ends........cj
you are so right, cj! he is always here - he IS the poem that never ever ends! love your words!! and my heart thanks you!
THank you for stopping by my place - Beautiful blogs you have ... lovely words and images...
oh, greetings kat! and thank you so much for coming all this way to visit - and for the very kind words - was just over at your place to walk through all that magnificent countryside you shared with us! have a great day!
Anyone who has touched upon our lives is always there.
yes, you're right, mike - yet so easy to forget at times - that the person is "still there" -
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