When Your Loved Ones Die - Poem by Patti Masterman
When your loved ones die,
They leave behind their shoes and socks,
Walking aimlessly through your mind's eye
Every fallowed night of dreams;
And sandals, lost on numberless beaches
Of alone; and they leave empty footprints
In the deep hollow, of your soul's regret,
Trudging along the marrow, of your lovesick bones.
Time after time you get up, intending to follow
But the steps lead you right to the top of an abyss;
From there they cross the sky,
In between the drops of rain
Of all the tears were ever cried.
Comments about When Your Loved Ones Die by Patti Masterman
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You