Heart still beats;
Eyes still see;
But nothing really
Means that much to me.
I smile hello;
Carry light conversation;
But, it always comes down
To that same realization…
My days are so dark,
My nights are now cold;
And I’m working to fill
A bottomless hole.
Now that you’ve left,
Now that you’ve gone;
I’m looking for purpose,
Some good reason to move on.
I place one boot
In front of the other,
And maintain motion forward,
Tho the trail can be not worth a bother.
And people are nice;
Everyone around me is fine;
It is I who have trouble
Staying in tune and keeping time.
It just seems we’re like silhouettes
Against a twilight sky;
Destined to fade Into nothingness;
To disappear; then, to die.
4-21-2015 (Klamath, CA)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A melancholy piece. Death of a partner? You have skilfully woven your poem in so expertly a style...
Sorry I have not replied sooner, Hannington... thanks so much for the compliment... yes, death of a soulmate.