You live in spaces between our words
And in the corners where the light,
Falls quietly against the floor.
In a green or blue or muted brown,
The brightest orange
And blackest gown.
In darkness and bright rays,
Wisps of grass can hold your breath,
A drop of rain your smile,
The noise of traffic,
A muted sigh, a stranger’s look,
Your song, a life, not lived
Condemned to stay unsung.
A raging ache, a constant weight,
How deep is deep if never done?
Your absence, vast,
Its presence felt in all there is.
A missing which is here today,
Next year, and then extends,
A lifetime’s daily sorrow dance.
Published on Still Standing Magazine 16.01.2020