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