the tiny murmur in my heart
became a troubling whisper, 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
stilled the spill ’round my grieving heart, yet has done nothing to remove the memory
of you from my pounding, achy head, so i will write and write another day until
the very loud moan becomes a wail, and the insufferable wail softens
into a whisper, and the disquieting whisper once again becomes
a tiny murmur, then there will be nothing but silence to
remind me that you are no longer here
Photo by Sasha Freemind 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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