Each day rises with sunny windows and soft feet
I stand and forget the fall until
Remembering the hard space, you've left.
Each day moves forward with tenuous steps
Cautious first footfalls
Knowing the void is still there.
Each day strides on a worn path
Of steadfast movement going nowhere,
I really want to be.
Each day stands still in the quiet space
Between working and living
Empty of joy.
Each day slows as the light turns low
Sitting and reminiscing and trying to distract
From the hollowness of regret.
Each day sighs as the light leaves all
Lying in the dark with sorrow,
Thinking of you.
About the Creator
Terry Roe
Some people paint, others dance, and happy people sing. Writing is the white space that allows me to color some moods, move some thoughts, and hum some tunes.
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