Circles

Dasim

In the beginning

You kept me company

All the time.

In my morning coffee 

and the soap I showered with,

The napkin that touched my lips,

And the Apricot Jam on my toast.

Your scarf kept my neck warm

On winter days.

Slowly, inexorably,

You drifted away,

Or maybe I did.

For awhile I floated

In liquid darkness,

Heavy, odorless,

Deaf and indifferent.

Where I could

Neither swim nor sink

Breathe or suffocate.

Now, after a time

Some tears have dried,

Others not yet come.

Children grown and far away

In time and space.

Returning occasionally

Only as a remainder

That they are gone.

Dreams swept away

By uncaring years.

Suddenly I can again

Smell you hair,

And feel your skin

On my thirsty hands.

 

  • Author: Dasim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2020 11:16
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 37
  • User favorite of this poem: jarcher54.
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Comments4

  • jarcher54

    I love the simplicity and fluidity of this piece. It starts out a little predictably (not in a trite way), but when you compare the reminders of a person who has drifted out of your life to grown children returning only to remind you that they are gone, I was overcome by strong emotions, even a tear. A beautiful comparison, a bittersweet little poem!

  • Goddess of the Mist

    Nicely done in presenting the passage of time in a sad and romantic way, including how our sense of smell can play such a big part in all that..

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good emotive write, may those memories bring you happiness.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    emotive writing full of relatable imagery



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