Light
Sieved from sky
Silence save the clock
False time
Gregorian or
Are you real?
Was it yesterday?
You told me and I believed
Using the last of my faith
Conserved for this
Waste
Blown down empty highways
Back to silence and strangers
Not my mother’s face
Someone I don’t recognize
How I wish it were her
With all my longing
Still
You cannot
Create worlds
From dust and indifference
It is cold
Without you
Telling me I matter
Validation
Shouldn’t
Be necessary
Yet oh it is
When you are alone
Listening to clocks
Tick down to menopause
The things undone
Lay without stitch
On cold tile
My cat is beneath earth
My car is sold
The seat still warm
Where I cradled your shining head
The smell of roses
Losing their petals
A crucifixion
Pull up your tights and
Leave the empty bedroom
The single pillow
Stark against
Inexplicable
I remember the taste of your mouth
The feel of your fingers
And I am hollow
A prayer lost
For disbelievers
I am
Made to say goodbye
To all I love
Even the hummingbird
No longer comes
Even your hairbrush
When the door closed
Even years later with roles reversed
No daughter to shun
No one
To blame
I wanted only something
Already leaving
Catch the last train
If you can
They never clean
The fog
From the windows
TheFeatheredSleep 
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TheFeatheredSleep – Fog of loss
“Make room in your heart for the home that it needs.”
*big hugs*
Beautiful poem.
Thank you for connecting
The aching heart and emptied arms
Universal and unique at once
Kaleidoscopic images that clear
The fog from a window to that place
Beautiful words.
Objectively beautiful, forlorn and heartfelt
On the personal side, I see the pain and wish I could staunch the bleeding
Oh how i’d love to be absorbed by the fog of this beautiful poem. Truly amazing work.
So relatable.
Thank you so much
Thank you so much dear one
Your friendship does far more than that.
Thank you so very much dearest Adnama
Such truth in your words as there always is
When you read Kate Bush, look up her song the fog it is so beautiful
Exactly. And another poem of response from you to add to your collection my deficient poet~!
😍
❤
Making a note of that
🖤
You are Welcome 🙂
Your anguish is patent
Still
You cannot
Create worlds
From dust and indifference
I’m running out of ways to say that your words slay me. Every. Single. Time.
Ditto my friend I’ve been reading yours on fb
I love this poem and miss reading your poetry. Have been off the blogging “circuit” for a long while dipping my toes into other passions (art and graphic design), yet neglecting my number one passion: writing. I’ve decided to return to my blog and compose the articles I love to write.
Missed you a bunch and your poetry which forever brings out beauty and love in your personal words.
Warmly, Deb