Sitting on the stairs in pitch dark,
immersed in the sound of night.
Glow of cigarettes, the only light;
mind numb with loss,
no desire to go on.
Faint footsteps,
registered in your anesthetized senses.
You wondered whose was it?
A female voice came from behind,
asked: what you were doing there.
No fear did you feel,
only a mild irritation.
Who was it?
Silence......
Surrounded by the sound of absence
Another drag of cigarette;
in its bright glow, you felt vexed—
it was too bright,
perhaps a disrespect,
to the sanctity of the dark.
You felt her sit beside you,
felt a touch on your hand.
The female voice asked —
Did you lose your love?
Silence......
Surrounded by her absence.
And you could smell the shampoo
you'd smelled so many times
on your love.
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Trauma of loss
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Now this can be taken two ways and I love that. Either it is one's lost love found or a siren seductively using the old smell to attract a new relationship. Well done
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It is my pleasure rebellion
Grief deep induces...
Grief can play tricks on the mind. Thank you very much. Deeply appreciate your support π
Absolutely lovely .. I swear I just caught the scent of green apples as I opened the page .. ππππππππ
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This poem has a film noir quality that evokes the sense of loss quite vividly. It has a wonderful structure, as if it is being played out in real time before the reader. Beautifully done!
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Now I've heard of the sound of silence, but the smell of it is a whole new level! Well done!
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Of course!
Reading this, I felt that familiar acheβ¦how loss can make silence louder than sound, and how memory walks right beside us in the dark. Powerful poem, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
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You are most welcome, my friend! As do I yours. The feeling is mutual and I am thankful for you, your poetry, and your presence here on MPS.
Wow. You bring this to vivid life.
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wondering whether it was just her memory, or the start of a new and maybe beautiful relationship - your choice...
Open to interpretation. I wrote about her memory. But, your question made me take another look- and it fits the new beginning perfectly. Thank you for asking and your read. Greatly appreciate your support π
glad to have opened up a new thought process..
keep up the good work..take care.
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