You are no longer here
It has been many, many years
I’m growing old
With all our stories yet untold
My memory still is clear
Your ghost has now withdrawn
And from this book our pages torn
A broken heart
Is only where a chapter starts
Its verses so forlorn
Invasion that I knew
Was all that I could have of you
You lived in doubt
And flailed your needs about
Till finally you withdrew
You are no longer here
In solitude I pass my years
This ghostly home
Is just alone
Awash in unshed tears
© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
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I love the empty, loneliness of this …captured it so very gently and beautifully expressed it 😉
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
One is a lonely number. Well done.
Can only agree with Morgan Helen, captured the solitude nicely. 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
To paraphrase Wordsworth Helen, the vacant leads to pensive mood. Uninhabited but uninhibited – nice work.
Thanks so much Mike!! 🙂 🙂
This is exquisite work, Helen. Painfully beautiful poem.
Thank you so much Noora!! 🙂 🙂
Simply lovely.. ❤
Thanks so much!! 🙂