Nothingness
There is a nothingness,
all around me
I cry,
but I don’t feel pain
I laugh,
but I’m not happy
I scream,
but I’m not angry
I’m in a bubble of emptiness,
without feelings
I’m in a wasteland
of depression
I exist,
but I don’t live
All there is to say
published 2003 in UK Narrative 4/1/12
A book never written
a song never sang
a story never told
that’s all about you and me.
A touch never felt
a kiss never shared
a sunset never seen
that’s all I can think of now.
Time moved on
years passed by
memories flew down the river of time
and that’s all there is to say.
Silent reminders
I open the door to the house that was yours for so long.
I go from room to room but you’re not there.
The cup of coffee you made is still on the table.
Cold and bitter now, like reality.
Everywhere I look I see things that remind me of you.
The book you never finished.
The meal you never ate.
The shopping you never put away.
It was just a few hours between life and death.
It`s been days since you`ve gone.
But only now, surrounded by you,
can I feel the emptiness you left behA chill in my bones
There are whispers in the night
they tell me you’re gone.
So quietly my ears cannot register the sound
and only my heart hears the news.
I lie frozen and listen for a change
in the broadcast – it doesn’t come.
Understanding falls upon me slowly
like a leaf drifting to the ground.
It’s like winter in the middle of summer.
A sob amidst the laughter.
A chill in my bones.
A cry no one can hear.
The music stopped
The music stopped,
our song has ended.
The butterfly landed,
on frozen ground.
Time has changed us,
we go different paths.
But I will always hope that one day,
we will dance to the same tune again.
Somewhere out there
Vanished from the face of the earth,
with no word to anyone.
Disappeared without warning,
not a trace to be found.
Gone to where no one can find you,
for reasons unknown to all but you.
Many years have passed since last I saw you
and still I wonder – what happened to you?
In the dark of night I lie awake
and ask myself where you might have gone.
I still search for your face in the crowd,
when in reality it’s nothing but a blur, obscured by memories.
I don’t remember the sound of your voice, nor
the last thing you told me, that night long ago.
For me your life ended with a question mark,
but for you I hope it continues, in happiness.
Somewhere,
out there.
All there is to say
A book never written
a song never sang
a story never told
that’s all about you and me.
A touch never felt
a kiss never shared
a sunset never seen
that’s all I can think of now.
Time moved on
years passed by
memories flew down the river of time
and that’s all there is to say.
Published in 2003 by United Press in the UK for an anthology. Book is no longer available…
So you are gone
So you are gone
What’s it like there?
Are you really somewhere?
Or are you lost out there in the universe far away from all you knew?
Where there angels singing when you arrived?
Are you walking on roads paved with gold?
Or are you truly gone, nothing but a memory.
Alive only in the hearts of those who loved you?
Did grandpa step from a bright light to meet you?
Did he show you all that awaits you now?
Or was there nothing when you closed your eyes,
nothing except darkness and void?
Is there really another place?
Somewhere we all just carry on?
Or are these just stories we tell ourselves?
A crutch to get through the grieve?
What if, when we’re gone, we don’t move on?
So, if you’re really somewhere,
Tell me,
What’s it like there?
Pink Chameleon published 3/30/12 in issue 13
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