Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.
Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.
In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.
Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.
They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.
With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.
Sharing now that you are no longer here is difficult - I
hear only the constant echoes of your silence.
Walking away from our favorite places, I leave a little
of self behind each time - soon there will be nothing
left of me.
Wanting to reach out and grasp again what we once had
is an empty gesture, filled with pain and emptiness,
because you are not here to reach out to me.
Our relationship on earth will never be, it has been
severed by death's insistence in our lives.
Listening to you with my heart, seeing your reply in
the salted tears that continue to fall.
Your life was called and you answered fully, not leaving
anything behind.
Our story is not over as long as I still remember you with
love.
Taking down the black curtains, life is still being lived
on earth.
A very strong feeling expressions in this poem. Likes it in that sense of sorrow.
What a beautiful and touching poem RoseAnn. So heartfelt. Sorry to say it really happens and it's impossible to sever oneself from a loving soul and hold on to it. What is left is just pain and memories. I am very moved by your next lines: Wanting to reach out and grasp again what we once had is an empty gesture, filled with pain and emptiness, because you are not here to reach out to me. Thank you for sharing. Sincerely Yours, Valentin Savin
A heartfelt poem indeed and most certainly pulls at the heartstrings. Emotionally charged and beautifully stated.....
Emotionally touching! I enjoyed reading it because it reminds me of my father.
Also Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'A recount.. of pandemic lockdowns worldwide
A moving soulful poem on a lost loved one. Expressed superbly
Listen Roseann my child. This masterpiece is so impressive and yet so depressing. It has only one short shade of a central color and it is isolated - though very bright, its character is a burden of maturity... Listen... my child. Perfect piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem. So gracious and touching. This really pulls at the heart strings. Well done, some of these words will stay with me for a long time.