Absence
I reached for something that wasn’t there.
My hand kept grasping, found only, air.
My memory was a blinded guide.
Up ahead, with nowhere to hide.
Something missing, on the edge of my thoughts.
A loss, buried deep, no matter how I fought.
The lost keep searching day by day.
Slowly losing hope, somewhat losing their way.
When I looked again, a shadow rested there.
Physically absent, but weighted with my care.
Grief when present, has various forms.
One day sadness, the next day, scorn.
I tune my heart into the absence’s wake.
To rest my soul for sanity’s sake.
Darkness falls in the morning sun.
Another day, having just begun.
We reach for hope to carry on.
We try to sleep, from dusk ’til dawn.
In time, some days will be better in our future history.
But I’ll keep reaching for the missing memory.
People say, “no pain, no gain”, but many things once lost, can never be replaced.