Because you are not here,
I feel your nearness, the most;
it’s contained in that presence -
the one that pulled, the matt,
and the voice that told me this.
Now that you are not here,
you seem to be the nearest ever –
the feeling mocks, conscience,
highlights, actions, and
lets me ponder, my thoughts.
It was easier when you were here,
I could be my old self –
expect ‘beck and call’,
decide the chores,
live life to the fullest, and
think you were mine.
Gone - you are no longer here;
my journey of nakedness begun –
stripped, left to face my dying,
but not death; mock of the strands
of my soul, pound of my conscience -
my yearning for you to be here.
Author notes
This poem I wrote in response to Your Wife by CookieZeal: http://allpoetry.com/poem/4428233
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Now, this one I understand well. At times, memories and words seem inadequate to fill the void left by that special someone in your life but it is all you have to work with.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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with Eternal reaping!
I sense the void you well illustrate. It's as if we are at an odds sometimes. As I 'heard' in response to my prayer this morning by Joyce Meyer.
Forgive quickly whether you feel like it or not.
As for the hurt and pain it caused, it can't outweigh
our spirit that needs to come into heightened awareness and deliverance of it.
It is not easy. Must be practiced like an instrument. Only this instrument is harder to play. Not sure what that would be. A stringed instrument most probably.
thank you for giving me a fuller portion of something I had to post yesterday. I'm very privileged to have ignited your muse.
Bless you! Superb content here!
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C
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