Comfort-less

 

Years have past but not without

my personal felt notice-

regarding each of those missed moments.

 

There still comes times

when I go mindlessly into other rooms

to initiate aflutter conversations

of something inspired to speak over

and the empty cold silence has to

drastically remind me- you’re gone.

 

I stand in a sorrowful dumbfounded mess

never really knowing, for just how long

let alone recalling…what day, today was.

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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