The shock of loss …
The chair on which he sat
An empty place with space around
The road that he once trod
Forgotten now. And then I found
The letter that he wrote
His tender words adorn the page
But not for me, alas.
For now, I’ll sit. And then I’ll rage.
© e-griff 2023
I liked this, the sadness shouts at you, urging you to acknowledge. I hope others read and comment.