and your heart believes that you
are seeing what it wants you to!
in misty faded wisps. You envision
beauty with beholding eyes, indecision
and your can swear her faces is
hidden in remarkable places.
you blame your meal, the light
and try as hard as you might,
You cannot replace her
and God forbid you deface her
her perfume, the smell of her hair
a gentle hand gracing your shoulder to repair
and you thought you could deal
with it, but you continue to feel
She is right here,
and you’re not clear
you, the task of waiting till mourning is daunting.
You reach to touch what is not there, leaving you wanting.
© JPW - 2013
Wow, you have really written this well....to feel a presence that is not there, though you sense it is there so strongly, is amazing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary ! Sometimes that inspiration haunts you! I appreciate your support
Deleteonce they are gone...we see them everywhere...their image always haunting us...def sadness with this one....
ReplyDeleteMelancholy memory at the very least, Brian. We see what we wish to see!
DeleteThis poem really speaks to my heart. I tend to believe the loved one is nearby, given the bonds are so strong. I totally get the confusion about whether a person finds this comforting or haunting. A powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate that very much Sherry! Thank you!
Deleteheartfelt words and a sense of loss all through........
ReplyDeleteSumana, losses are gone forever. Memories stay with you. These are memories. Thanks for the encouragement!
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