Within me I long – for that love that was first – the first person to ever love just me – a love that defined – the standard I would set – bad timing – rough youth – that does not see – the precious gift in its grasp – love flown – love lost – but next to me still – within me still – holding me – loving me – still…
2 thoughts on “Loss…”
A comment sent to me via an unorthodox method, as a response to my prose poem here:
So much of life is bittersweet
So little is truly clean, or neat
and yet among the mess
I must confess
firmly planted are my feet
you are there
I am here
long is the ache for you, my sweet.
Thank you for a great post.