Passerby – June 12, 2023

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

The dark is never far behind

And I can only crack the door

The light’s warm glow on my cheeks

Never enough to submerge all of my thoughts

And my feelings of inadequacy

Each molded into a distorted shape

That I barely recognize in the morning

Retaining a love and laughter

That takes cover from those

I wonder to myself if anybody can see it

I feel love, and it is painful. Not a season of joy

I don’t recollect it ever being

A yearning for something I once had

And lost

There are small moments my heart smiles, but I do not think they are caught in the line of fire

My place is off to the side

And I am ok turning to dust

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