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.


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

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

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