Haunted Poem by Daniel Brick
Haunted
Why do other words crumble
after I say your name?
What is this salt
that fills my eyes
when I close them
to draw your smile closer?
What good is remembering
if you can no longer play
your role in the flesh?
I was the one Fate chose
to stay alive: to speak your name
at night, to show your smile
to the sun, to wait for you
to sing a song neither of us knows,
to embrace a figure of air shaped like you.
daniel, this is poignant and reminds me of one of the negatives of longevity—seeing those pass with whom we shared our lives. -glen
I was the one Fate chose to stay alive: to speak your name at night, to show your smile to the sun, to wait for you to sing a song neither of us knows, to embrace a figure of air shaped like you. - - - - - - - - -The loss and rememberance of a dear one has a very touching expression in this poem. Thanks for sharing.
Loss of beloved is indeed painful especially when it keeps haunting. A wonderful poem my friend Daniel, seen you after long time, hope all is fine with you.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A well captured image of love after loss. What a cruel fate to suffer, to yearn for one whom has long since left. My condolences to the speaker.