Not much has changed since you’ve been gone
I awake in the morning
I humm to my favorite songs
I fall asleep at night with the bathroom light on
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Touching, Too good! Awesome! All the feelings were so well expressed... Good Work!
This was a beautiful poem your thoughts were very interesting, and well written. I think I understand exactly what you are trying to portray, though I know I have never felt this myself. But seriously, great poem, loved it.
When a loved one is declining from a terminal illness, the grieving process begins long before the death certificate is signed. A similar process occurs when love or friendship comes to an end. There may be a point of no return that is only so identified when the hoped for return does not happen. Sorry I sound like Dr. Phil or some damned fortune cookie.
The truth I suspect, Bianca, is that you ARE lonely! One can be, you know, more lonely in a crowd than alone? Alone, you can find company in your memories perhaps. In a crowd, the noise and bustle drowns out the chance to examine memories: there's only the present in a crowd and maybe one, often involuntary, step into the future. Either way, don't long for loneliness, Bianca! Please! Long to be alone, if you will, but not for loneliness. Loneliness, in the aftermath of the loss of love, is a bleak, cold and rather pointless condition, given colour only by pain.
beautifully composed piece, such stunning emotion drips down the page...i loved this approach....to remember what it's like to feel empty....excellent *10 stacks of dishes Jon
I read this poem again and again..10/10 for u