Treasure Island

Rick Elpers


7: 00 a.m.

I listlessly glide through
My house feeling an expectation 
Of her presence that I know won't be
For she has a new heart
That is not mine
That belongs to no one
Yet seeks to rest
I cannot breath deeply
for my heart longs once again
to awaken with the fragrance
Of her hair, the warmth of the bed
And the cool morning air 
Light and secure hopeful of the day
That our travels will take us 
To those places physical, ethereal 
Hand in hand to face whatever
shall bring us together through our
Choosing to be as loving compassion 
Chose us.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 03, 2012
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  • Sara Holzen (10/22/2012 10:33:00 PM)

    The loss of something that we had cherished so deeply, the loss of love, is a great loss indeed. Missing somebody is one of the greatest pains you can hold. Wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

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