Coffee and Words - (unexpected grief)
The spoken and unheard
There were coffees with you as I started the day
exploring your poems from yesterday
other writers
internal fighters
sunrises
dogs
creative blogs
I feel a loss
as I slip back
from this space
a quiet mourning
this ache
is no mistake.
I need to sit alone
by myself right now
no one else
and think of what is really there
or not
Should I face it
or numb
as I wonder
what I’ve become?
This loss feels real
My heart bleeds
onto the pages
so many stages
Trying to fill
my battle of wills
I told you all so much
bared my soul
as tried to figure out me
hoping someone would see
I adored your words
from the start
Now I grieve
a connection
spark
kindred minds
souls
halves not whole
A light disappears in the dark
yet light shines on in words
and the ones I keep inside
the ones I tried to hide
So many parts unheard
yet you heard them all.
Jane, I feel for you! To me this sounds like an aching to be seen and understood. It’s such a one-way street, isn’t it? And when you put your heart and soul into sharing yourself and it’s met with little in return…. It’s heart-breaking. I think I know done of what you’re feeling. Keep writing. Keep staring. The right folks are out there.
“A light disappears in the dark
yet light shines on in words” this is one of the things to laugh about words. How they travel through space and time and stay with us.