It's been so long since I've seen you
I came from far to visit too
I knock but you're not home
So I'll wait until the gloam
No sign of your returning
A candle left still burning
Your name remains on your door
But you don't live here anymore
Your flowers wilted
A grieving visitor jilted
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Grief waiting at a door that no longer belongs to the living. Nicely written, my friend.
Thanks so much for the read and comment my friend it means a lot
It's my pleasure, Soren π
good write my friend
Thanks so much Norman I appreciate the read and comment
always welcome, much enjoyed
Oh dear a sad meeting that never happened.So well written.Excellent emotional journey
Thank you David for the visit and understanding words of support. The grave is cold and the door closed.
Thereβs a damn lonely ache in this, especially that candle still burning while the person is gone. βYour flowers wilted / A grieving visitor jiltedβ leaves us standing right there on the doorstep with the speaker, with nowhere to go.
Thanks so much my friend for the read and comment. Your understanding interpretations is the feeling desired and death has a closed door.
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Thanks Demar for the read
Unsent flowers have the same βshelf lifeβ as the unjilted ones. And yet that failure to launch is testified to by their colour and fragrance. ππ₯ποΈππ»
Thank you my friend for the read and comment. Indeed they do and those left on a grave are little appreciated when the occupant is not home.
Yes, those are endowed with a sort of double sadness/loss πͺ¦π₯ποΈππ»ππ»
But you only saw me yesterday! lol.
Boohoo! When one door closes for me, they say 'Don't worry; another door will soon slam in your face!' lol.
Can be embarrassing - I called at someone's home after many years. New owners said 'Oh, they died 5 years ago'.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read and comment yes I did that too but then found it was the wrong house.
Everything is conveyed through a palpable mystery...
Thanks so much Lorenz appreciate the read and comment my friend. All things mysteries now days although not palpable
A deeply haunting poem about absence, longing, and grief. The final line is especially poignant, leaving a lasting sense of loneliness and heartbreak.
Thank you Soheil I deeply appreciate the read and comment. Sometimes we wait too long for a visit
You are welcome. I thank you for your kind words. And yes, sometimes we wait far too long for a visit.
Soren, this is quietly devastating. The hope of reunion slowly gives way to permanent absence...and those abandoned signs of care leave everything suspended around someone who cannot return. I know that helpless ache all too well. Beautifully done, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Thanks so much Tristan I appreciate your review my friend.
Bit of a lonely Ache in this . And Sad .
'Your Name remains on your Door' stands out for me.
Good Write.
Thanks so much Kevin I appreciate your read and comment my friend
Happy to be of service.
Oh such beauty in this poem, inspiring. πΉ
Thank you my friend, I appreciate your review and most generous and kind words.
The feeling of loss as a relationship, a part of you is no more. Emptiness well expressed there, Soren.
Thanks for your kind understanding Dave spot on and appreciated my friend
a wealth of grief in this beautiful poem - well described.
Thanks so much Nafisa your words are deeply appreciated
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