since you have been gone
the flowers don’t bloom
the same
the sun doesn’t feel as
warm against my skin
the melodies of our songs
no longer sound soothing
to my ears
at dusk I watch
the evening sunset alone
wishing you were here
- Written for dVerse Quadrille: Come Bloom With Me!
The reader can feel the loss. Life doesn't feel the same.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading.
DeleteA beautiful sad song! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dwight.
DeleteWhen love leaves, if unexpected or an unwanted exit, it does seem as if the world shouldn't be continuing to move forward. You've expressed that sadness and loneliness well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lillian.
DeleteBeautifully melancholic, Arcadia! The wistful longing is palpable.
ReplyDeleteThat's Punam/Paeansunplugged!
DeleteThank you Punam.
DeleteA heartfelt quadrille, Maria, tinged with sadness.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kim.
DeleteAny flower needs the right conditions ... strong metaphor
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Bjorn.
DeleteHow sad when one is deprived of someone dear! Wonderful write Maria!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you Hank.
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