Mourning Poem

by nouriguess   Sep 21, 2019


There are moments of comfort.
I write them down and save their dates.
Moments when I'm dressing up, walking in a forest, dancing in my room, kissing him, lecturing students, rescuing an animal, learning, writing poetry.
Moments that make me proud, grateful, smiling to myself, wanting more of this life.

There are also moments when I realize you're not in the house I'm on my way to, your heartfelt laugh is in the past, our inside jokes are in the past, everything about you is totally in the past. There's no trace of you left, not a picture, not a voice, not even a scent.
Moments like these make me numb, resentful, shaking my knees, wanting less of this life.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Lovely idea to write and save those moments of comfort. This piece reminded me of when we are filled with joy at the presence of someone, or the movement of life around us that we can smile at... and because of that, the absence of others is just as noticeable. That which is no longer traceable should be. Why is there nothing to hold onto for comfort then?

    Lots of love to you always. Hugs.

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