Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The knot grows tight

"There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief." Aeschylus.

The knot grows tight
when I think of you
gone to that bright,
unseen place.


I long to hear your voice
on the phone,
at dinner,
at home


when darkness fills
me deep inside,
and for no apparent reason
I cry.

8 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Steven. When absence becomes an actual presence, right?

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  2. This is deeply moving. One could feel the longing in every word. Beautiful.

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  3. Grief hits at the oddest times, doesn't it. Wonderful tribute to the memories of him you have.

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