Funny how an absence
can feel so weighty. Of course
I still breathe,
but the air is rarer,
and I turn a little blue
from time to time.
Is there a word
for the echo
of an embrace?
I swear, I can still
feel it in my arms
on nights like these,
starless
and wakeful,
resting like a chill
for as long as I can keep it.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is really nice. “the echo of an embrace”. Terrific.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
You’re most welcome.
LikeLike
The fact that Len wrote what I should have written before I wrote it is proof that I was right, even though I didn’t write it. Beautiful stuff.
LikeLiked by 2 people
This is great!
LikeLike
Thanks!
LikeLike
I love this, and it’s beautifully written. You’ve captured my precise emotions at the moment.
LikeLike
Thank you, Maddy! Glad to hear it resonated with you
LikeLike
You have wisdom. At seventy I have seen the flight of many a pal or gal disappear into the fade of a memory.
LikeLike
I’m guessing it doesn’t get any easier? Thanks for your comment!
LikeLike
Every once in a while you get a break. It comes from hard work or out of the blue. Having someone to share it with is the ultra break.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Simple and evocative….
LikeLike
Thank you, Maggie!
LikeLike
I like this poem! especially since it’s on my birthday. It made me feel peaceful inside.
LikeLike
Happy birthday! I’m glad you liked it 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLike
this one is sooo deep and meaningful i almost died!!!! keep it up
LikeLike
thanks!
LikeLike