Unfeigned

The sights, the sounds

I turn around

but there's no one standing here.

Your touch, your smell

I feel as if though you are near.

Can't breathe, can't speak

I feel so weak

I'm still waiting for a sign.

To breathe, to feel

open my eyes

I'll know that you're alive.

I want you, right here with me.

 

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

An intimate piece- Private feelings captured in pen- very moving- there's a sense of panic or foreboding to the poem that makes this also quite sad. Good writing ....


my warmest
bob