the murmur in my heart
decided to become a whisper,
and the whisper grew to be a wail
until the wail became a very loud moan
the moan reminds me that you are no longer here
the tourniquet has stopped the bleeding ’round my heart
yet has done nothing to remove the memories of you from my
pounding head, so i will write and write another day until
the very loud moan becomes a wail, and the wail
softens into a whisper, and the whisper decides
to become a murmur, then there will be
nothing but silence to remind me
that you are no longer here
Photo by Alec Douglas on Unsplash
Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 
I loved the way you structured this! yes, that kind of loss is something you can’t quantify, and it even seems beyond the realm of words.
beautiful post! Mike
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Thank you, Mike 🙂 It took me longer than usual to post this poem – so much going on in life right now. Grief seems to be a part of it.
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gosh, I’m sorry to hear. i hope you’re getting the healing/cleansing enlightenment that you need.
since the moon is your blog’s namesake, I looked around for some old pictures I’ve taken and found this when I was in my amateur astrophotography phase 🙂 take care. always nice when you post. Mike
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Oh what a gorgeous photo! Thanks so much for sharing and for your kind words!
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sorry, i read my comment again and “enlightenment” doesn’t seem right. i meant that i hope your soul is getting the nourishment that it needs in this time. be well!
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Thank you!
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Powerful indeed. And the photo you chose is perfect, because you can barely see the woman, as if she herself is disappearing with the memory of the beloved. ❤️🩹
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Thank you, Camilla. You seem to always pick up on those subtleties. I appreciate your keen eye and spirit.
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Wow. Powerful
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Thank you! Thanks for visiting.
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