Yearnng.
This has happened once or twice recently.
Middle of the night
silence all around,
what woke me up,
what was that sound?
Was it the creaking of a boot,
Or perhaps a night owl’s hoot?
I put out my hand
your space is bare
then I realise,
you’re no longer there.
There it is again
quite close to my ear
I’m not worried
I have no fear.
Perhaps it is you
wanting to be near.
I close my eyes
silence returns
I shed some tears
as my heart yearns.
© pommer 2020
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Bereavement can be devastating, especially in the ‘wee small hours’ Very well expressed.
Thank you my friend.Much appreciated.Peter.
Aye Pommer there are some spaces that cant be filled, maybe there not meant to be, well penned.
Thank you so much for your comment Savvy. You are right, some places can never be filled, and this is one. Comment much appreciated. Peter.
Written how it is, Peter. Loss has many facets, surprises, and deceitful tricks doesn’t it?. Half-asleep lets the mind run free into areas normally fenced off by wish and hope, makes you think anything can happen, then allows the daylight to wrench you back so cruelly to painful reality where contact can appear to be lost. But who knows what is going on. There’s a cruel callousness to natural sounds that increase the sense of lost comfort and support. I hope you are able to sleep on after these disturbances.
Trevor
Thank you Trevor for reading and commenting on my story.You are right there are so many strange occurrences in situations like this, that one often wonders, is it one’s mind,in a subconscious way, or is it something supernatural? Whatever it is I am sure it is all part of the process of grieving..
Yes Trevor, I am able to sleep reasonably well,I have of course been suffering from a slight insomnia for the last nine years,due to regular chemotherapy.Still, must not complain, I am alive and reasonably well for a ninety one year old.Thank you again Trevor, be lucky, Peter..