"There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief." Aeschylus.
The knot grows tight
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.
Deeply expressed moment
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Steven.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, moving!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Steven. When absence becomes an actual presence, right?
ReplyDeleteHe's always present, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis is deeply moving. One could feel the longing in every word. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA very moving poem Thanks
ReplyDeleteGrief hits at the oddest times, doesn't it. Wonderful tribute to the memories of him you have.
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