It's Still Him

by silvershoes   May 19, 2022


I feel him at the edges of an unturned page
He’s there waiting, waiting for me, waiting in a corner among the white
Waiting for me to arrive
But how can he be waiting when he’s bones without a home?
I need not look to read the words
He’s the one I love, but not the one I hold
He’ll be left waiting for all of my life

    report violation
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  • 2 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I feel so many ways about this and words just aren't enough to convey that. I know who came to mind for me, immediately. Grief is such a complicated thing to navigate, and I feel like it's sometimes a step forward, then a few back, trying to still process and heal from not being with the ones we love. All the love in the world to you. Hugs <3

    • 2 years ago

      by silvershoes

      It means a lot to have a poem understood and you understood this completely. Thank you.

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