By-Sharon Leo
Nothing compares to the void
You left behind in your wake.
My head full of stories that will
Forever remain untold.
I remember all those years past,
Time that slipped through my fingers like grains of sand
When I was engulfed by the warm glow
Of the presence of our friends
And of those to whom we were bound by ties of blood.
I try to keep them all alive in my head.
And now that winter is approaching on this barren land
It is that warmth I crave with every cell of my being.
Without them, without you
I am but a ship lost at sea, drifting aimlessly in the wind.
But I believe that when the sun goes down
I will see you on the other side
As I leave my earthly abode
Freed from the shackles of my withering shell
Surrounded by the ruins of all that we built together.
Until then,
Solitude, my sole companion.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn