THE ABSENT LIGHT

THE ABSENT LIGHT by Dreamy Poetess The season turns, the air grows crisp and cold, Another leaf has fallen, tinged with rust. A date now marks a story to be told, A day you left us, turning into dust. I trace the lines upon your dark chair, The cushion still remembers where you sat. A scent of your soap hangs in the air, I turn to share a thought, but know I can’t. For two years, we walked the narrow, burning path, I watched your strength contend against the blight. I failed to shield you from every cutting wrath, I prayed you’d win the war throughout the night. The night is quiet, too polite and deep, It holds its breath where laughter used to bloom. I hear your voice in dreams before I sleep, Then wake to face the small, empty room. I wear your blouse, soft and slightly worn, And feel a comfort in the threads that once belonged to you. A woman grown, yet feeling so forlorn, An anchor lost, a silent, sudden blue. The fourth day of this month, we had to lay Your tired body down beneath the ground. Now every dawn begins in shades of gray, Mama, I miss the sound. I hold the picture of your knowing smile, And try to fathom how to now exist. It feels only yesterday you stayed a little while, How do I break this mist? I move through motions, numb and incomplete, A broken rhythm where the melody was clear. I search for sweetness in the bitter street, I wish that you were here. (In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

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