The emptiness a reminder
of what once, was there
not really ever gone
just another, empty chair
In the wake is left a grey
and hollow space
with hopes to share again
another time and place
No way to fill the void
without a single trace
the places we avoid
trying, to save grace
When grace is what we hope to find
and on becoming disillusioned
the choice to leave it all behind
sometimes seems the only solution
Holding up the memories
those no longer at our side
it's not that they aren't with us
ghostly mirroring, our strides
The spirit's essence lingers on
no longer here, yet never gone
as is the sunrise to the dawn
an eternal tune, a never-ending song
Though we grieve that they should leave our presence far too soon
our memories hold melodies of their poetic tune
so remember, the loss and pain, gleaned upon the road
it's but a simple reminder, of the poet's code
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
The emptiness a reminder
of what once, was there
not really ever gone
just another, empty chair
In the wake is left a grey
and hollow space
with hopes to share again
another time and place
No way to fill the void
without a single trace
the places we avoid
trying, to save grace
When grace is what we hope to find
and on becoming disillusioned
the choice to leave it all behind
sometimes seems the only solution
Holding up the memories
those no longer at our side
it's not that they aren't with us
ghostly mirroring, our strides
The spirit's essence lingers on
no longer here, yet never gone
as is the sunrise to the dawn
an eternal tune, a never-ending song
Though we grieve that they should leave our presence far too soon
our memories hold melodies of their poetic tune
so remember, the loss and pain, gleaned upon the road
it's but a simple reminder, of the poet's code
Winn's inspiration from her Poem "grey² II"
All the good lines, are hers ;)
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