Going home

sorenbarrett

I watch you breathing in the night

I know that tomorrow I will not be here

Now it's time to turn out the light

I'll miss the warmth of when you were near

 

Past tenderness eroded by tears

unseen, now dried they leave no stain

Sobs muffled by blankets of years

Scar over scar that still feels pain

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  • Teddy.15

    Just so sad yet so beautiful. I wanted to choose a favourite part but every line is perfect, hidden under a blanket of deep pain. 💜

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you Teddy for the read and most generous words of comment. It is most appreciated.

    • orchidee

      A fine write SB.
      If it wasn't so poignant a theme - when did ya see me breathing? And why won't ya be here tomorrow - where ya going?! heehee.
      Do shut up Orchi, says Fido.

      • sorenbarrett

        I noticed you were breathing when I snuck in to steal your wallet on my way to pick up a few extra drugs for the weekend lol Thanks for the read Orchi

        • orchidee

          Yes, that wasn't the day I decided not to breathe for 24 hours, so as to save the planet some air. I survived, but didn't feel well after it. lol.

        • Accidental Poet

          Great write soren, reminds me of my dad. 😌

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much for the read and comment., it is much appreciated.

          • Goldfinch60

            Beautiful emotive words soren.

            Andy

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks Andy I appreciate the encouragement.

            • Bella Shepard

              When it's over, is it really over? What was love is always there, locked away in a compartment of memory, for better or worse. Two incredible stanzas that says it all so eloquently.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you so much Bella your comments are always so welcome and encouraging.



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