Loss is
being tuned
to the sounds of the old life
keys in the door
footsteps on the stair
listening forever.
That particular ache
something deep inside
stopped like a watch
telling the hour of devastation
that eternal stillness
forever waiting for the hand
that will never start the world again.
All the rest is unfamiliar strangeness
just passing time and changing the scenery
while the soul, like a hound on a grave
waits in patient expectation
one day a familiar sound
will break the dream
and I will understand the world again.
being tuned
to the sounds of the old life
keys in the door
footsteps on the stair
listening forever.
That particular ache
something deep inside
stopped like a watch
telling the hour of devastation
that eternal stillness
forever waiting for the hand
that will never start the world again.
All the rest is unfamiliar strangeness
just passing time and changing the scenery
while the soul, like a hound on a grave
waits in patient expectation
one day a familiar sound
will break the dream
and I will understand the world again.
Thankyou Christine, I appreciate you taking the time to comment 🙂
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What a powerful piece of writing, just amazing.
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