Monday, June 18, 2012

Untitled II

No amount of flying will result in new dreams or new realities,
No depth of sighs or number a breath taken will bring him back.
He stays lonely and watching us,
Floating above.
Reproachful,
Accepting,
Forgiving,
Above.

No words written or words spoken,
No chests heaved and hearts broken,
No teared eyes or hot face,
No love lost or love gained,
Will bring him back.

2 comments:

Lavender Luz said...

You have an amazing way of pinning down difficult and swirling emotions with words.

I am here. I hear you.

Ziggy said...

Thank you Lori, you are so wonderful.

I hope the "hope" and positivity come through this poem to everyone who reads it, not just the sadness..