You were always there
and then,
in a heartbeat
you were gone.
Foreboding overlooked,
not wanting to fathom
the likely chance
of your disappearance.
In an ephemeral dream you appeared,
luminous and serene,
only to smile and return
to that unknown place.
Searching…
heart aching
for a moment
of knowing.
This palpable weight
makes me realize
how utterly unprepared I am
for the inevitability of losing you.
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Author:
ssandell (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration for the title of my poem comes from Joan Didion\\\'s novel \\\"Blue Nights\\\".
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We never know what we have until we loose it. Nicely written this poem speaks of this to me.
Thank you. Sometimes feelings for someone we care about run much deeper than we imagined and take us by surprise. (As Arthur Schopenhauer wrote, it is often the absence of something that makes its true value clear.) The ache I felt for not being able to reach a dear friend became something else as I contemplated the future passing of my soulmate. In what I perceived to be the ambiguous loss of a friend who was in the beginning stages of memory loss, I wrote this and soon thereafter, my friend reemerged. Yes, we never truly know... Coming to terms with loss as well as more deeply appreciating the ephemeral nature of life and each moment with loved ones.
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