The feeling never goes away, it’s like
an ache of emptiness – a lack of light
as dark descends; I’d even pray – if
ever prayer was lent to easing pain
Things I should’ve said & never did as
words unheard, a price in silence paid
I say them every day as promises
‘tho now they are all agonies unbid
At dawn the sun will rise and free a
light I yearn as your return in doubt
of clouds; coolness of the night remains
without your gentleness restrained.
© 9 July 2009, I. D. Carswell
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