Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Of Those We Have And Hold

Sometime the places that you left jar yester-worlds within
The grief of missing you, my love, tears holes beneath my skin
Those days gone by will not return; past is a soldered fold
Absence of one keens Awareness of those we have and hold

Sometimes weakness begs me to cling to what does not exist
The strength required to let go leaves me feeling half-kissed
Where hours fall like flowers spinning moments into years
One absent keens awareness of how swift time disappears

Fingers can shake with wanting and a heart can ache for years
The hardest part of loving is its softest part; our tears
Still, we love willingly and martyr-like, suffer its pain
Absence of one keens awareness of those that yet remain

© Janet Martin

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