MISSING
You have slipped
between the creases
in my brain.
Most days,
if I even think at all,
there is no pain --
just you,
and the everyday things
you would do
everywhere,
the signs unseen
by anyone but me.
But today,
just the closing
of a door,
and you are
missing like you
never were before.
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Many lives have people shaped holes in them...Thank you for this one :)
ReplyDeleteNice Karen.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the last six lines.
Lovely... it slips in slowly, tentatively... very subtle and understated.
ReplyDeletewow karen - this is beautiful. packs a powerful punch at the end
ReplyDeleteAw :(
ReplyDeleteIt's those everyday things that you think won't matter, which end up mattering the most.
Your poem touched a place inside me I had almost forgotten ... I needed to remember.
ReplyDeleteThat's grief for you - unexpected and yet always there underneath...
ReplyDeleteIt hits the guts. Totally....
ReplyDeleteFluid and melancholy. You have a lovely gift.
ReplyDeleteBut today,
ReplyDeletejust the closing
of a door,
and you are
missing like you
never were before.
love it, well described pain.
Thanks to each of you. I have no doubt that we have all experienced such a profound sense of loss at some point in our lives. If we have not, we most certainly will, if we live and love.
ReplyDeleteI have sometimes thought the pain of loss is so great that not having loved would have been a relief. Then I know with every bit of my being that I would not trade the love for any void of pain ever.
Thanks for reading and commenting.