Tonight I sit on this bench under the treetop balcony,
Reminiscing on the past years of my beautiful life,
The feeling of your hand pressed within the grasp of mine,
While we talk about how amazing the sunset looks,
Pointing out the clouds like we used to back in middle school,
Only today I sit on this bench with this empty feeling beside me,
My hand cold and lacking from the warmth of your own,
A tear forming and rolling down my wrinkled cheeks,
There is a cloud that looks like the cutest little dog,
It’s honestly such a shame that you’re not here to see it too.
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PoeticBiscuit (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is not about me of course. However I’ve been seeing a lot of older couples who’ve lost their significant other and seen how their personalities drastically change. So that’s the muse behind this one. Hope you enjoy.
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Depends upon how you view your life is my response to this. Some ppl are seen to shut down and count the days. But here on MPS i see those elders who are positive and have vitality.
Always sweet memories will reward with tears of joy and affection. We talk with God when we talk to those no longer with us.
Surprisingly uplifting to have such moments.
Excellent writing from you today Biscuit showing poetic vision.
You’re absolutely right Dusk. Thanks for reading and thanks for that last bit, it made me smile.
Very good emotive write PB.
Thank you for stopping by!
I like your writing today, biscuit! It's so emotional and descriptive. how i wonder what my last days will be like without my spouse. (you wonder sometimes who is gonna go first) (i'm too young to be wondering about this! LOL) Great job on this!!!
Indeed we are too young yet those are still very important questions! Thanks for reading!!
Brilliantly done!
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