Forty-one Days

Without light

I count the days of sadness
Since your last hello
I count from one to thirty
But I still need to count more

Forty-one days without the light
Would you imagine how it feels
I cannot see any color
And everything I see is dark

Each day I hear only silence
I always go back to the porch
Where we used to sit and talk
More than a thousand and eight hundred days before...

Author's Note

Imagine the old times...

Reviews

[pearl]

This is so sad :< I feel the pain.

[Coyote Poetry]

Minutes become hours, hours become days, days become weeks and the heart slowly learn. We are alone. You made the reader feel the understanding of a separation, missed someone. Thank you dear Daisie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote