Each instance of abscence is an empty
eternity. Sometimes I feel I only exist to
remember why I love her.
My thoughts wander widely as each well-
worn way I travel leads me past echoes of
her. They deafen me.
Gilded memories with polished patinas from
the fabric of my life. Their luster still
illuminates the hope I hold.
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
Each instance of abscence is an empty
eternity. Sometimes I feel I only exist to
remember why I love her.
My thoughts wander widely as each well-
worn way I travel leads me past echoes of
her. They deafen me.
Gilded memories with polished patinas from
the fabric of my life. Their luster still
illuminates the hope I hold.
Inspired by ZZ's "Far Away" on HelloPoetry (in "A Place for Sharing" collection)