Your absence
is a very real taste
on the back of my tongue,
a heaviness
stooping my shoulders,
pressing on my solar plexus.
Filling my lungs
is such hard work.
My chest echoes,
empty.
This is in response to the prompt: longing, loss, losing and failure at Gooseberry Garden, although I was a too late to link it to their site.
Heavy piece here today
ReplyDeleteGreat job using the prompt and having your say
A perfect description of longing, loss, and losing.
ReplyDeleteKay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel
Pat - thanks, yes a little contrast from my last one.
ReplyDeleteKay - Thank you, glad you stopped.
Very poignant.
ReplyDeleteManic - Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you MZ!
ReplyDeleteI could feel your loss here...
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com
Arnab - Thank you very much. By the way, this was prompted by a story I read about in the news, not a personal loss.
ReplyDeletenice final line...the empty echo carries much weight...
ReplyDeleteBrian - Thank you. I'm amazed and impressed by the number of blogs you get to. I appreciate it, and I'm sure everyone else does too.
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