Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Lamenting - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
My mind, thrashing about, fighting the reality
That you are no longer here.
My world, so full of your absence,
Our house, wasting away in quiet despair.
A table setting for one now, if at all;
No loathsome smell of magic shave.
No sweet aroma of your cologne.
Our half empty bed, and no love sounds.
Yesterday I reached out for you, forgetting.
Called your name again, forgetting.
The sound of crying again, my own.
Remembering you had returned to dust,
And I to loneliness.
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