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Your ghost has now withdrawn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

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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12 Responses to Solitude

  1. Morgan says:

    I love the empty, loneliness of this …captured it so very gently and beautifully expressed it 😉

  2. One is a lonely number. Well done.

  3. Can only agree with Morgan Helen, captured the solitude nicely. 🙂

  4. Mike says:

    To paraphrase Wordsworth Helen, the vacant leads to pensive mood. Uninhabited but uninhibited – nice work.

  5. Noora says:

    This is exquisite work, Helen. Painfully beautiful poem.

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