no longer here

12 Replies

the tiny murmur in my heart

became a whisper, and the whisper grew to be a wail until

the wail became a moan; the moan reminds me that you are no

longer here; the tourniquet has stilled the spill ’round my grieving heart,

yet has done nothing to remove the memory of you from my pounding head, so i will

write and write another day until the moan becomes a wail, and

the wail softens into a whisper, and the whisper once again becomes

a tiny murmur, then there will be nothing but silence to

remind me that you are no longer here

—Sometimes the feeling of loss is so visceral. Mj

Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

12 thoughts on “no longer here”

  2. Michael Williams's avatarMichael Williams

    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

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply ↓
      1. Michael Williams's avatarMichael Williams

        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

        Liked by 1 person

      3. Michael Williams's avatarMichael Williams

        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!

        Liked by 1 person

  3. camilla wells paynter's avatarcamilla wells paynter

    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. ❤️‍🩹

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply ↓

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.