Silence of the Unloving
a stranger in someone else's life
I had a dream that lasted ages.
I took the dogs out to a cabin
and told no one where I went.
Yet, we were followed by the ghosts
of those I used to know.
I couldn’t recognize
the space they once occupied
in my heart — listeners
turned bitter.
Those I had given
more than second chances
seemed to forget
that they ever wanted
my time.
Had I become
a stranger in someone
else's life?
I tried to find sense
in the den
where loneliness lingers
and the dogs remember
the stirring howls their ancestors
once taught them in a nightmare
about the dying moon.
Is it true
we never really know
what something means until
it’s gone?
The dream was as long
as the first night
I was alone and realized
the silence of the unloving
made isolation easy.
It never really ended.
Awake, I search for the cabin
wondering, always,
whether it’s a place
or something akin to
the waning moon.
Will there at least be listeners
waiting by the door
eager enough to hear
the echoing
cries my daughter
once taught me
in a bittersweet fantasy?
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Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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Comments (1)
Those I had given more than second chances seemed to forget that they ever wanted my time. That line hit me so hard! This was such an emotional poem! I loved it!