Missed
The cool wind across my cheek,
comforting, familiar, caressing;
It knows me, greets me as an old friend.
Memory after memory it carries—
The pain, the tears and the hurt.
But sweeter is the love, joy and laughter.
I smile.
With eyes closed, I hear the music it brings
wave after wave, I listen—
Tender whispers and jubilant singing,
Stirring anthems and uplifting songs;
my feet dance to melodious lines.
Then… silence.
The rustling leaves still, the whistles cease,
Incompleteness rings throughout.
It leaves behind a bloom on my shoulder,
A parting gift?
I wait; I listen; a tear...
It is missed.
comforting, familiar, caressing;
It knows me, greets me as an old friend.
Memory after memory it carries—
The pain, the tears and the hurt.
But sweeter is the love, joy and laughter.
I smile.
With eyes closed, I hear the music it brings
wave after wave, I listen—
Tender whispers and jubilant singing,
Stirring anthems and uplifting songs;
my feet dance to melodious lines.
Then… silence.
The rustling leaves still, the whistles cease,
Incompleteness rings throughout.
It leaves behind a bloom on my shoulder,
A parting gift?
I wait; I listen; a tear...
It is missed.
P.S. I wrote the above poem in a time of pain and distress. Looking at it, friends are saying I should hand it in for some competition or something... anyone any thoughts? Would love to hear them... Pls do fill in your comments...
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