A cardinal sang in the early hours
I heard it in the shadows of
that place between sleep and awake
January second dawned cold and grey
thin flakes of snow fell
silent like friends who don’t require words
awareness rushed forward
like an assault to the senses
today marks four years
since you’ve been gone
inhaling allows sorrow’s
gnarled fingers to grip my heart
I once again relive those moments
of losing you
seeing your body
but not sensing you
your absence is something
I cannot reconcile
daily I’m aware that you’re
not here
one does not get over loss
we just make room for it
and in doing that
pieces of the self
are extinguished

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Comment by Rosigami on January 2, 2016 at 2:06pm

This is so poignant and beautiful. You are so right about loss- we don't get over it, we just make room for it. 

Comment by Zanelle on January 2, 2016 at 3:06pm

It changes us.  Four years is about the limit for the angst but it never really goes away.  '

Comment by JMac1949 Today on January 2, 2016 at 3:08pm

The loss of a loved one in any way, often feels like a loss of pieces of yourself.  R&L ;-)

Comment by M. C. Sears on January 3, 2016 at 10:21am
Rosi, thank you.
Comment by M. C. Sears on January 3, 2016 at 10:22am
Zanelle, thank you for sharing those words with me.
Comment by M. C. Sears on January 3, 2016 at 10:23am
James, thank you for coming by.

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