The space beside me hums with silence,
where your hand used to drift lightly,
following the map of my leg's curve—
a trace of warmth now gone missing.
I sit in the love seat's hollow dip,
its arms too wide, too far apart,
and I swear I still feel your kiss
ghosting across my trembling mouth.
What was I saving all of me for?
The years piled high like stacked plates,
a bachelor too long to remember love's
fragile rhythm or its quiet demands.
I hope you find the stillness you sought,
a peace carved by your own steady hand.
And maybe I'll learn to hold better,
to shape my love around someone's need.
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Author:
gray0328 (
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Comments2
A poem of reflection following loss. Nicely penned Gray and with a somber tone
Beautiful. You take the reader into the scene.
Thanks Thomas I appreciate your feedback. Ramona broke up with me a few days ago and it is both heartbreaking and a relief
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